A blog dedicated to the wit, wisdom, and duality of the nation's 3rd President and foremost thinking Founder, Mr. Thomas Jefferson

Posts Tagged: love

"When wafting on the bosom of the ocean I shall pray it to be as calm and smooth as yours to me."

- To Maria Cosway. May 21, 1789.

"I am never happier than when I commit myself into dialogue with you, though it be in my imagination."

- To Maria Cosway. November 29, 1786.

"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which i have past at home in the bosom of my family."

- To Francis Willis Jr.April 18, 1790.

"Misery is often the parent of the most affecting touches in poetry…Love is the peculiar oestrum* of the poet. (editor’s note:*oestrum means inspiration)"

- Notes on the State of Virginia. 1782.

"In truth whenever I think of you, I am hurried off on the wings of imagination into regions where fancy submits all things to our will."

- Letter to Maria Cosway. September 8, 1795.

"Heaven has submitted our being to to some unkind laws. When those charming moments were present which i passed with you, they were clouded with the prospect that i was soon to lose you: and now, when i pass the same moments in review, i recollect nothing but the agreeable passages, and they fill me with regret. Thus, present joys are damped by a consciousness that they are passing from us; and past ones are only the subject of sorrow and regret."

- To Maria Cosway, Paris, France. November 29, 1786.

"The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money."

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"Tried myself, in the school of affliction, by the loss of every form of connection which can rive the human heart, I know well, and feel what you have lost, what you have suffered, are suffering, and have yet to endure. The same trials have taught me that, for ills so immeasurable, time and silence are the only medicines. I will not therefore, by useless condolences, open afresh the sluices of your grief nor, altho’ mingling sincerely my tears with yours, will i say a word more, where words are in vain, but that it is of some comfort to us both that the term is not very distant at which we are to deposit, in the same cerement, our sorrows and suffering bodies, and to ascend in essence to an ecstatic meeting with the friends we have loved and lost and whom we shall still love and never lose again."

- Letter of condloence to John Adams following the death of his wife, Abigail. November 13, 1818.