The biggest problem is people are afraid of poetry, think they can’t understand it or that it will be boring. (Caroline Kennedy)
These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours?The violence of waking life disruptsThe order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were
These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours?The violence of waking life disruptsThe order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were (Louis Simpson)
He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
He feeds upon her face by day and night,And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream (Christina Rossetti)
This is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely, magnificent power of humanity. It is . . . the supreme epitome of the reaching out
This is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely, magnificent power of humanity. It is . . . the supreme epitome of the reaching out (Loren Eiseley, The Immense Journey)
I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be
I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be (Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac)
All should be accepted, not excluded from the world. Men who hate others shed hate upon themselves. All should have trust, not broken faith
All should be accepted, not excluded from the world. Men who hate others shed hate upon themselves. All should have trust, not broken faith (Saul Macomber)
“He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. “”Possessive much?”” she asked on a laugh. “”Just making sure these hooligans know you’re mine.”” Her brow rose. “”Really? Yours? Talk about caveman.”” “”I’m a Gallagher, baby, I’m as caveman as they come
“He wrapped her hair around his fist, tilted her head back, and kissed her. Hard. She moaned into him, and he pulled away. “”Possessive much?”” she asked on a laugh. “”Just making sure these hooligans know you’re mine.”” Her brow rose. “”Really? Yours? Talk about caveman.”” “”I’m a Gallagher, baby, I’m as caveman as they come (Carrie Ann Ryan, Love Restored”)
I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery. I’ve never been convinced that happiness is the object of the game. I’m wary of happiness
I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery. I’ve never been convinced that happiness is the object of the game. I’m wary of happiness (Hugh Laurie)
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved – loved for one’s own sake-let us say rather in spite of one’s self.
The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved – loved for one’s own sake-let us say rather in spite of one’s self.
Biography lends to death a new terror
Biography lends to death a new terror (Oscar Wilde)