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“He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.”
—Mary Oliver
“Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald
―Izumi Shikibu, Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan
“Where could I rest but your hurricane?
—Erica Jong, from Insomnia & Poetry
“You're the only person I've ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”
—Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
—Eisha Tandon, from "A poem for a moment with you"
Emery Allen, "Become"
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, "To the Desert"
“I have belong to you since the beginning, since before I even knew that I did.”
—L.H. Cosway
“Break my heart, break it a thousand times, it was only ever yours to break anyway.”
—Maxon, The Selection
“It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
―John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
“And who here is not buried in another person’s heart?”
—Richard Jackson from “Filling in the Graves at a Cherokee Site”
“I still my heart and I can hear you.”
—Rustin Larson, from "Damaged Enough," Bum Cantos, Winter Jazz, & The Collected Discography of Morning (Blue Light Press, 2013)
“You give me a tremendous desire to love.”
—Hiroshima Mon Amour, dir. by Alain Resnais
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I've woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera
And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent.