„Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,
And cherries plucked fresh from the lip“

Love Made in the First Age: To Chloris (l. 13–18).
Kontext: Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,
And cherries plucked fresh from the lip;
On cheeks and roses free he fed;
Lasses like autumn plums did drop,
And lads indifferently did crop
A flower and a maidenhead.

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—  Alfred, Lord Tennyson British poet laureate 1809 - 1892

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„Love not the flower they pluck and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names.“

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson American philosopher, essayist, and poet 1803 - 1882

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„Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb“

—  Gerard Manley Hopkins English poet 1844 - 1889

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Kontext: Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.

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„For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.“

—  John Boyle O'Reilly Irish-born poet and novelist 1844 - 1890

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„Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.“

—  Tom Robbins American writer 1932

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Kontext: Christians, and some Jews, claim we're in the "end times," but they've been saying this off and on for more than two thousand years. According to Hindu cosmology, we're in the Kali Yuga, a dark period when the cow of history is balanced precariously on one leg, soon to topple. Then there are our new-age friends who believe that this December we're in for a global cage-rattling which, once the dust has settled, will usher in a great spiritual awakening.
Most of this apocalyptic noise appears to be just wishful thinking on the part of people who find life too messy and uncertain for comfort, let alone for serenity and mirth. The truth, from my perspective, is that the world, indeed, is ending – and is also being reborn. It's been doing that all day, every day, forever. Each time we exhale, the world ends; when we inhale, there can be, if we allow it, rebirth and spiritual renewal. It all transpires inside of us. In our consciousness, in our hearts. All the time.
Otherwise, ours is an old, old story with an interesting new wrinkle. Throughout most of our history, nothing – not flood, famine, plague, or new weapons – has endangered humanity one-tenth as much as the narcissistic ego, with its self-aggrandizing presumptions and its hell-hound spawn of fear and greed. The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush, while exploding worldwide population is allowing its effects to multiply geometrically. Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.

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„We, drinking love at the furthest springs,
Covered with love as a covering tree,
We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
Filled from the heart to the lips with love,
Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings,
O love, my love, had you loved but me!“

—  Algernon Charles Swinburne, buch Poems and Ballads

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Kontext: In the change of years, in the coil of things,
In the clamour and rumour of life to be,
We, drinking love at the furthest springs,
Covered with love as a covering tree,
We had grown as gods, as the gods above,
Filled from the heart to the lips with love,
Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings,
O love, my love, had you loved but me!

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Tell me, how did love begin?
The wind and moonlight first did love compose.“

—  Cao Xueqin, buch Dream of the Red Chamber

Original: (zh) 开辟鸿蒙,谁为情种?都只为风月情浓。
Quelle: Dream of the Red Chamber (c. 1760), Chapter 5

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