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- LOVE LETTER: Between Abelard and Heloise.
- -Abelard to Heloise-
- I saw her, I loved her, I resolved to make her love me. The thirst of glory cooled immediately in my heart,
- and all my passions were lost in this new one. I thought of nothing but Heloise; everything brought her image to my mind.
- I was pensive and restless, and my passion was so violent as to admit of no restraint.
- Thus there was a most happy understanding between us. The same house, the same love, united our persons and our desires.
- How many soft moments did we pass together! We took all opportunities to express to each other our mutual affection,
- and were ingenious in contriving incidents which might give us a plausible occasion of meeting.
- Her wit and her beauty would have stirred the dullest and most insensible heart, I was always vain and presumptive;
- I flattered myself already with the most bewitching hopes. Imagine then what a pleasure
- it must have been to a heart so inflamed as mine to be always so near the dear object of desire!
- My love burns fiercer amidst the happy indifference of those who surround me. Love is incapable of being concealed;
- a word, a look, nay, silence, speaks it. I am thoroughly wretched;
- I have not yet torn from my heart the deep roots which vice has planted in it
- does not the love for Heloise yet burn in my heart! I have not yet triumphed over that unhappy passion.
- In the midst of my retirement I sigh, I weep, I pine, I speak the dear name of Heloise, and delight to hear the sound!
- -Heloise to Abelard-
- I have your picture in my room; I never pass it without stopping to look at it;.
- If a picture, which is but a mute representation of an object, can give such pleasure,
- what cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that
- force which expresses the transports of the heart; they have all the fire of our passions,
- they can raise them as much as if the persons themselves were present; they have all the
- tenderness and the delicacy of speech, and sometimes even a boldness of expression beyond it.
- We may write to each other; so innocent a pleasure is not denied us. Let us not lose through
- negligence the only happiness which is left us. Having lost the substantial pleasures of seeing and possessing you.
- I shall read your most sacred thoughts; I shall carry them always about with me, I shall kiss them every moment;
- if you can be capable of. write always to me carelessly and without study;
- I had rather read the dictates of the heart than of the brain.
- I have renounced without difficulty all the charms of life, preserving only my love,
- and the secret pleasure of thinking incessantly of you, and hearing that you live.
- How happy should I be could I wash out with my tears the memory of those pleasures which I yet
- think of with delight. During the quiet night, when my heart ought to be still in that
- sleep which suspends the greatest cares, I cannot avoid the illusions of my heart.
- I dream I am still with my dear Abelard. I see him, I speak to him and hear him answer.
- I have still a thousand passions to fight. I must resist those fires which love kindles in my heart.
- The heart of man is a labyrinth whose windings are very difficult to discover.
- The praises you give me are the more dangerous because I love the person who bestows them.
- If you had loved with delicacy, the oaths I made, the transports I indulged, the caresses I gave, would surely have comforted you.
- I continually think of you; I continually call to mind your tenderness.
- I will still love you with all the tenderness of my soul till the last moment of my life.
- I love you more than ever.
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