Quotes from Byron Caldwell Smith

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers.

...I must see you again — die in your arms or live in your embrace.

How my memory treasures every sweet stray moment of our past — handclasp, kiss and heart-beat, the passion of those dear unfathomable eyes, the rustle of garments, the gliding steps and lingering farewells!

All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you...!

Another day, another pang that you are afar.

If life has those moments — ecstasies of health, youth and peace... — treasure them.

I cannot write of things which even impassioned breath cannot utter. Autumn is coming with its days of gold, its days of reverie and of you—oh, such delightful hours that my heart burns within me at the anticipation.

But it was your letter within, dear heart, my first love letter, and sweeter to me than the subtlest love-lyric Sappho ever penned in Aeolic gold.

When you are not at hand to kiss away my fears I cannot choose but be wretched.

The sun has come out... and the air is vivid with spring light.

Your heart has been sore wounded too. Dear Light, love shall cherish you, till you again look on life with happy eyes.

Now I am not one of the most constant creatures alive myself, and am apt to run through the spectrum which has the blues at the bottom about once a week.

All commands from your lips are sweet....

What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone.

How magnificent the city is by the June moonlight! — after the streets are empty and silent.

[M]y eyes moistened yesterday with your dear, dear letter in my hand. Was it foolish to kiss the senseless paper, to clasp it with the involuntary laugh of uncontrollable emotion? Don't you think one could go mad of pure longing?...

...I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss of you.

In the midst of pain and urgent trouble we can not realize the supreme happiness of being loved — sweetest and deepest of all meditations....

I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss of you.