letter

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

— Honoré de Balzac

A letter to the beloved is like the ink kissing the paper. (One letter à l'Aimee, c'est - L'encore embrassant LE paper)

— Charles de Leusse

And so this letter ends with no sadness:my feet are firm upon the earth, my hand writes this letter on the road, and in the midst of life I shall bealwaysbeside the friend, facing the enemy, with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

— Pablo Neruda

...and you will hold me with your wondering eyes in the serenity of purest mind at the dreams edge of my quiet golden shores accompanied by the melodies of emerald blue rippling waves where I will always remain voicing harmony in the over the rainbow soothing memories of your heart...

— Oksana Rus

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonizing over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the inland the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

— Kamand Kojouri

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetoric. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ... I mean nothing. ...but in high school.....even me. ... I can't deny.

— Michael Bassey Johnson

Darling, You asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about, but I am writing it nonetheless, because I love you very much and trust that you have some good purpose for having me write this letter. I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. Your father

— Jonathan Safran Foer

Dear Cake, You're AWESOME. That is all

— Sonya Watson

Dear Camryn, I never wanted it to be this way. I wanted to tell you these things myself, but I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you out loud that I loved you, that what we had together would die with me. The truth is that I knew in Kansas that you were the one. I’ve loved you since that day when I first looked up into your eyes as you glared down at me from over the top of that bus seat. Maybe I didn’t know it then, but I knew something had happened to me at that moment and I could never let you go. I have never lived the way I lived during my short time with you. For the first time in my life, I’ve felt whole, alive, free. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins. I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I’ve known you for a short time, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. I want you to know that even in death I’ll always remember you. Furthermore, I’ll always love you. Furthermore, I wish that things could’ve turned out differently. Furthermore, I thought of you many nights on the road. Furthermore, I stared up at the ceiling in the motels and pictured what our life might be like together if I had lived. Furthermore, I even got all mushy and thought of you in a wedding dress and even with a mini me in your belly. You know, I always heard that sex is great when you’re pregnant. ;-)But I’m sorry that I had to leave you, Camryn. I’m so sorry… I wish the story of Orpheus and Eurydice was real because then you could come to the Underworld and sing me back into your life. Furthermore, I wouldn’t look back. Furthermore, I wouldn’t fuck it up like Orpheus did. I’m so sorry, baby… I want you to promise me that you’ll stay strong and beautiful and sweet and caring. Furthermore, I want you to be happy and find someone who will love you as much as I did. Furthermore, I want you to get married and have babies and live your life. Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud. I hope you’ll never forget me. One more thing: don’t feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn’t need to say it. I knew all along that you did. Love Always, Andrew Parrish

— J.A. Redmerski

Dear Forrest, I am sorry there was no time for us to speech other before I left. The doctors made their decision quickly, and before I knew it, I was being taken away, but I asked if I could stop long enough to write you this note, because you have been so kind to me while was here. I sense, Forrest, that you are on the verge of something very significant in your life, some change, or event that will move you in a different direction, and you must seize the moment, and not let it pass. When I think back on it now, there is something in your eyes, some tiny flash of fire that comes now and then, mostly when you smile, and, on those infrequent occasions, I believe what I saw was almost a Genesis of our ability as humans to think, to create, to be. This war is to for you, old pal - nor me - and I am well out of it as I'm sure you will be in time. The crucial question is, what will you do? I don't think you're an idiot at all. Perhaps by the measure of tests or the judgement of fools, you might fall into some category or other, but deep down, Forrest, I have seen that glowing sparkle of curiosity burning deep in your mind. Take the tide, my friend, and as you are carried along, make it work for you, fight the shallows and the snags and never give up. You are a good fellow, Forrest, and you have a big heart. Your pal, Dan

— Winston Groom