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“I have learned the secrets / of never having a home.”
— Linda Hogan, from Dark, Sweet: New & Selected Poems; “Heritage,”
Forough Farrokhzad, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of F. F.; “Border Walls,”
“She was cold and hard and compact of brilliance as the moon itself,”
— D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “The Rainbow,” wr. c. 1919
“…the woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for,”
— Elaine Feinstein, from “The Circle,” originally published c. October 1970
“My soul throbs audibly along my pulses, yearning to be free and something farther, fuller, higher,”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from The Selected Poems; “Insufficiency,”
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (via books-n-quotes)
“It is hard to stare at her, hard because she’s not the distant Girl who smiles at me anymore. She has become more than that, more than I expected her to become and more than I was looking for her to become. …It is hard to stare at her because as I know she is starting to love me, I am starting to love her. I don’t care what she’s done or who she’s done it with. I don’t care about whatever demons may be in her closet. I care about how she makes me feel and she makes me feel strong and safe and calm and warm and true.”
— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via books-n-quotes)
“If I had the ability to touch anyone else in this world, I still don’t believe I’d want it to be anyone but you.”
— Jus Accardo, Touch (via books-n-quotes)
“Her nerves grew tighter. She began to question her own sanity, to despise herself, her own heart shaking with self-hatred and suspicion.”
— Elaine Feinstein, from “The Circle,” originally published c. October 1970
“I cannot be admired, I am not a thing to be admired.”
— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne written c. July 1819
“You showed me your love in the light of the stars.”
— Loreena McKennit, from The Book of Secrets; “Dante’s Prayer,” c. 1997
“A power pushes me toward a purpose I do not know.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from “Journeying: travels in Italy, Egypt, Sinai, Jerusalem and Cyprus,”
“Sadly, gently,”
— Margaret Atwood, from The Collected Poems; “Visit To Toronto, With Companions,”
My veins are filled with stories of survival.
Michelle K., What Keeps Me Up At Night #147. (via michellekpoems)
“I long for the moon,”
— Ana Blandiana, tr. by William M. Murray, from “The Couple, The World,”
“Yes, yes, once more kiss me, and let me feel you very near wanting me wholly,”
— Amy Lowell, from The Complete Poetical Works of Amy Lowell; “Diya,”