57 Quotes About Love-letter

Every letter was a love letter. Of course, as love letters went, this one could have been better. It was not very promising, for instance, that Madeleine claimed not to want to see him for the next half-century.

As I sit here writing to you, I have propped my stocking feet much too close to the hearth. I’ve actually singed my stockings on occasion, and once I had to stomp out my feet when they started smoking. Even after that I can’t seem to rid myself of the habit. There, now you could pick me out of a crowd blindfolded. Simply follow the scent of scorched stockings.

I write to you not as a High Lord, but as a male in love with a woman who was once human. I write to you to beg you to act quickly. To save her people — to help save my own. I write to you so one day we might know true peace. So I might one day be able to live in a world where the woman I love may visit her family without fear of hatred and reprisal. A better world.

I know well that, at this hour, I could as easily forget your name as the food by which I live; nay, it were easier to forget the food, which only nourishes my body miserably, than your name which nourishes both body and soul, filling the one and the other with such sweetness that neither weariness nor fear of death is felt by me while memory preserves you to my mind. Thank, if the eyes could also enjoy their portion, in what condition I should find myself.

My Love ❤ Before I laid my eyes on you, all my days were spent in silent contemplation of what was lacking in my life.☁ The moment I saw you, I’ve realized that I had found what I had been lacking all along. ☼ I love you with all my heart.ッ “My love is upon you.” ♡

Darling- I wonder if you realize how much I am counting on your coming to England, how much it means to me- it means all the world, and indeed my body shall be all, all yours, as yours will be all, all mine, beloved.... And nothing will matter but just we two, we two longing loves at last come together.

Oh, Beatrix... I fell in love with you by words alone... but I have to admit... I prefer this way of communicating."She could barely speak, her mind dazzled by sensation. "It's still a love letter," she said, sliding her hand over the golden slope of his shoulder. "Only in bed."He smiled. "Then I'll try to use proper punctuation.""And no dangling participles," she added, making him laugh.

I'd like to write her a love letter, but she'll be unfolding it for the rest of her life.

Love letters, if that do not address to anyone directly, are just the poetry for the pleasure of everyone, who reads that.