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Zelda Fitzgerald
April 1920: Literary couple Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald made it official 93 years ago. They married two weeks after he sold his first novel, This Side of Paradise
Einstein’s Happiest Moment
Einstein’s happiest moment
occurred when he realized
a falling man falling
beside a falling apple
could also be described
as an apple and a man at rest
while the world falls around them.
And my happiest moment
occurred when I realized
you were falling for me,
right down to the core, and the rest,
relatively speaking, has flown past
faster than the speed of light.
- Richard Berlin
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” - Nietzche
Wondering what a feminist icon living in the earlier half of the 1900′s thought about love and marriage? Check out the document above, a letter from Amelia Earhart to her future husband George Putnam.
Amelia Earhart says goodbye to her husband George Palmer Putnam
in Miami prior to her departure on June 1, 1937.
— George RR Martin
(Source: literary-fernweh)
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” (Sonnet 43)
Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning eloped on this date (September 12) in 1846. Take your sweetheart out on a date and celebrate tonight.
They had been courting in secret for a year and a half, through the mail, unbeknownst to her father. It had begun when Browning wrote Barrett a gushing fan letter, saying, “I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett … and I love you too.” She wrote a long letter in return, thanking him and asking him for ways she might improve her writing. Barrett was an invalid, and was reliant on morphine, and it was some months before Browning convinced her to meet face to face. Barrett’s father didn’t like Browning, and viewed him as a fortune hunter.
On the day of the wedding, Browning posted another letter to Barrett, which read, “Words can never tell you, however, — form them, transform them anyway, — how perfectly dear you are to me — perfectly dear to my heart and soul. I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence — you have been entirely perfect to me — I would not change one word, one look.”
They were married at St. Marylebone Parish Church, and Barrett returned to her father’s house, where she stayed for one more week before she ran off to Italy with Browning. She never saw her father again. After the wedding, she presented Browning with a collection of poems she’d written during their courtship. It was published in 1850 as Sonnets from the Portuguese.
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