Michael Kelahan Quotes & Sayings

To sit down so often with nothing to say,-to say something so often, almost without consciousness of saying and without any remembrance or having said,-is a power of which I will not violate my modesty by boasting; but I do not believe everyone has it. — Michael Kelahan

Your soul can never be long going to the fixed stars, where I intend to settle; or else you may find me in the milky way. — Michael Kelahan

You influenced me, in a way in which no one else did. — Michael Kelahan

I like the word 'affection' because it signifies something habitual, and we are soon to meet to try whether we have mind enough to keep our hearts warm. — Michael Kelahan

I had a sense of your presence constantly. — Michael Kelahan

In a man's letters, you know, madam, his soul lies naked. His letters are only the mirror of his heart. Whatever passes within him is there shown undisguised in its natural progress; nothing is invented, nothing distorted; you see systems in their elements, you discover action in their motives. Samuel Johnson to Mrs. Thrale (1777) — Michael Kelahan

I had loved you all my life unaware, that is, the idea of you. — Michael Kelahan

Whilst you love me, I cannot again fall into that miserable state which renders life a burden almost too heavy to be borne. — Michael Kelahan

You have not only a very large portion of my affection and esteem, but all that I am capable of feeling ... — Michael Kelahan

The more I examine my own mind, the more romantic I find myself. — Michael Kelahan

Nothing has humbled me so much as your love. Right or wrong it may be, but true it is, and I tell you. Your love has been to me like God's own love, which makes the receivers of it kneelers. — Michael Kelahan

For God's sake, madam, when you write to me, talk of yourself; there is nothing I so much desire to hear of; talk a great deal of yourself, that she who I always thought talked best may speak upon the best subject.
Alexander Pope to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu — Michael Kelahan

Oh! my dearest love, why are our pleasures so short and so interrupted? How long is this to last?
Know you, my best Mary, that I feel myself, in your absence, almost degraded to the level of the vulgar and impure. I feel their vacant, stiff eyeballs fixed upon me, until I seem to have been infected with their loathsome meaning
to inhale a sickness that subdues me to languor. Oh! those redeeming eyes of Mary, that they might beam upon me before I sleep! Praise my forbearance
oh! beloved one
that I do not rashly fly to you, and at least secure a moment's bliss. Wherefore should I delay; do you not long to meet me? All that is exalted and buoyant in my nature urges me towards you, reproaches me with the cold delay, laughs at all fear and spurns to dream of prudence. Why am I not with you? — Michael Kelahan