Famous love letters
Writing about our feelings is a great way to vent everything we carry in our hearts. If you are one of the romantics who LOVES writing and reading love letters, surely you know some of the most famous letters in history? And if not, well, there you have it:
Famous love letters
From: Beethoven
To: Your Immortal Beloved
“I can only think of you, my immortal love; I can only live entirely with you or not at all. Quiet, my life, my love, just thinking about our existence we will achieve our goal which is to live together. Go on, oh, loving me, never misjudge the heart of your faithful lover. Always yours, always mine, always ours.”
Pablo Neruda’s love letter
From: Pablo Neruda
To: Albertina Rosa
“Little one, yesterday you must have received a newspaper and in it a poem of the absent (you are the absent). Did you like it, little one? Do you convince yourself that I remember you? Instead, you, in ten days, a letter. I, lying on the wet grass, in the afternoons I think of your gray beret, your eyes that I love, you. I go out at five to wander the streets alone, through the neighboring fields. Only a friend accompanies me, sometimes.
I have fought with the numerous girlfriends I used to have, so I am alone like never before, and I would be happy as never if you were with me. The eight I planted a tree, a scent, in the patio of my house. I also brought the fifths, thinking of you, a magnificent white daffodil. Here at night a terrible wind breaks loose. I live alone in the highlands and sometimes I get up to close the window, to silence the dogs. At that time you will be asleep (like on the train) and I open a window for the wind to bring you here, without waking you, as I did.
In addition, tomorrow, in your honor, I will raise a four-colored flyer and let it go to the sky of Lota Alto. You will receive, my dear, one of these nights a long message at the time when the southern cross passes through my window (?) Sometimes, today, it gives me anguish that you are not with me. That you can’t be with me, always.
Long kisses from your Pablo. ”
Sartre’s love letter
From: Sartre
To: Simone de Beauvoir
“If you lay down in this narrow pallet next to me, I would feel very comfortable and my heart would melt. But it won’t be like that and I’ll have to hear someone’s loud snoring. Oh, my love, how I love you and how I need you. I love him with all my strength … I’m a little nervous, because I begin to wait for his letters with effort. Please think that since Saturday I have not received any. I have known her for ten years and this is the first time this has happened. My love, how I would like to hear from you. My lovely Beaver, who has already offered me ten years of happiness, I love you and kiss you with all my might. ”
Love letters from great writers
From Mary Wollstonecraft to William Godwin:
“If the enjoyment of the last night last has produced in your health the same effect as in my countenance, then you have no reason to regret your lack of resolution; I have seldom seen so much fire devouring my features as when this morning, when I fixed my hair, the memories – very pleasant memories – brought out the flush of pleasure. ”
From Virginia Woolf to Leonard Woolf, the letter the author left before committing suicide
“I don’t think two people were happier until this terrible disease appeared. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will, I know. You realize, I can’t even write this correctly. I can not read. What I want to tell you is that I owe you all the happiness in my life. You have been totally patient with me and incredibly kind. I want to tell you that if anyone could save me, it would have been you. Nothing remains in me except the certainty of your goodness. I can’t continue to destroy your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. ”
Charlotte Brontë for her teacher, Constantin Héger:
“Monsieur, the poor do not need much to sustain themselves. They ask only for the crumbs that fall from the table of the rich. But if they are rejected, the crumbs starve. No one – not me – needs much affection from those they love.
“I would not know what to do with an entire and complete friendship, I am not used to it. But you showed me a certain interest in other times, when you were your student in Brussels, and I hold on to that little interest.
“I cling to him as I would cling to life.”
