The Beauty of Romantic Words
- They silently invade our hearts and souls, leading us to breathe their essence, see through their eyes, pulse with their rhythm, and feel their presence. Unbeknownst to us, they become our entire existence.
- A man falls in love through his sight, whereas a woman does so through her hearing.
- True love is the meeting of two souls; and souls do not compete in beauty or intelligence, for all souls are inherently beautiful and wise.
- In moments of despair and hardship, I yearn for your affection. During times of sadness and sighs, I crave your embrace. In this overwhelming desire and longing, my heart wishes for you, adores you, and desires you, while my eyes silently ponder if I will ever gaze upon you. This evening, you are all I need.
- With each heartbeat, love intertwines with the letters, giving birth to an everlasting poem of passion.
- We have no control over our hearts; they beat for whom they choose, whenever they wish, and however they want. For some, the heart beats for them, for others, it beats through them, while some are the very pulse of our hearts.
- Love, in essence, is a narrative of passion unfolded through chapters: nostalgia and yearning, which are the very heartbeat of one heart to another.
- Do not regret love that you have experienced, even if it metamorphoses into a memory that brings you pain. If the flowers may wilt and lose their fragrance, leaving only thorns, do not forget they once bestowed upon you a beautiful scent that brought you joy.
- Love is about continuity and purity; when we fall for a soul, our lives become centered around it.
Romantic Expressions of Love
- Do you realize how precious you are, the one with the tender heart? When I say “I love you,” I mean you are both my first and last.
- A glow envelops me from the corners of your eyes, ensnaring me as a prisoner within the enchantment of your long lashes. The brilliance of love dazzles me; your eyes narrate a saga of passion adorned with our names. I drift amidst the waves of your oceanic gaze, searching for a haven that envelops me between your eyelids. If only your eyes could be my sanctuary.
- Surely my spirit shall cease to yearn for yours when the pen stops kissing the paper.
- If you knew how profoundly I love you, you would understand that the earth is my embrace in your absence and that I belong to no one but you. My love for you transcends all boundaries of affection, far surpassing every fantasy.
- It is beautiful to plant a flower in the garden of your beloved, yet it is even more beautiful to fill the heart of a person who alone sees you as the most exquisite angel.
- Those who haven’t experienced love through handwritten notes or stolen glances from balconies have yet to taste life fully. When we write a letter by hand, we do not merely inscribe letters but pour a piece of ourselves into those lines.
- To the world, you may be just an individual, but to someone, you might be the whole universe.
- I love you not for who you are, but for who I become when I am with you.
Wisdom and Sayings on Love and Passion
- Only first love and faith permit us to step outside ourselves; love will never leave us in peace.
- Physics is not the most significant thing; love surpasses it.
- First love cannot be blind; it awakens our vision.
- The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference, as we only detest those for whom we genuinely care.
- Since I realized that lovers can be tyrants like those who oppress nations, mighty over women yet small before greater forces, and that even your master has a greater one he fears, powerful figures diminish in her eyes, and she becomes the mistress of herself, fearing nothing but God and marveling only at the smallest of creatures.
- How ugly nobility appears in moments of love, just as reason seems foolish at moments of madness.
- First love always requires being close to those we adore.
- A man may write a book about love, yet still fail to articulate it; however, a single word about love from a woman suffices to convey it all.
- My heart is like a mirror that shatters from the slightest stone striking it.
- If someone loves you, you are a fortunate soul, and if their love is sincere, you are among the luckiest.
- Nothing is worse than a person who asks for the name that has always been twinned with the words “I love you.”
- True love never dies unless the beloved does; false love fades when its possessor thrives.
- No chains or ropes bind as tightly or swiftly as love binds with a single thread.
- Who loves the tree must also love its branches.
Poetry on Passion
- As Ibn Al-Farid says:
I inscribed with my love the verse of passion from before
The lovers are my army, and I am the sovereign of all
Every young man who loves, I am his guide
And I am innocent of the blame of those who accuse
In love, I have knowledge that glorifies its attributes
And the one who is not enlightened by love is in ignorance
And the one who is not lost in the exaltation of love
For love, may he be foretold of humiliation
If a people are generous with wealth, you shall see them
Generous with their souls without greed
If they confide in a secret, you shall see their hearts
Graves for secrets that are too noble to convey
And if threatened with abandonment, they die in fear
And if faced with death, they long for it
By my life, they are indeed the lovers in my eyes
Are sincere in earnestness, while the others are mere jest
- As Nizar Qabbani writes:
I imagined your love…
A burst upon the surface of my skin…
I would treat it with water or with alcohol
I justified it as a reaction to changing climates…
And explained it away with the shift of seasons…
When asked, I would say:
It’s just the musings of my soul…
A sunstroke…
A slight scratch on the face… that will fade…
It would revive the meadows… and water the fields…
But it engulfed the land of my life…
Drowning every village…
Ruining all the plains…
And pulling my bed…
And the walls of my house…
Leaving me on the ground of sheer bewilderment…
At first, I imagined…
That your affection moves like a passing cloud
And that you are the harbor of safety
A shore of peace…
I thought that the affair between you and me…
Would ease like all matters…
And that you would dissolve like ink on a mirror…
And that the passage of time…
Would sever all roots of tenderness
And cover every corner with snow…
I imagined my passion for your eyes was just a transient emotion…
Like any fleeting excitement…
And that my words on love were akin to any spoken remarks…
But now I’ve discovered that my imagination fell short…
Your love was not just a rash that could be cured with violet water and anise…
Nor was it a minor scratch to be treated with herbs or ointments…
It wasn’t a cold spell…
That would vanish as the northern winds subside…
It was, in fact, a sword lodged in my flesh…
An occupying army…
And the first stage on the road to madness…
And the beginning of my descent into insanity…