PinksandPoetry

My favourite quotations and poems

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It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

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We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest, William Shakespeare

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But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B. Yeats

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She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

Lord Byron

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You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

Amy Bloom

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As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

Pablo Neruda

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There is nothing wrong with the love of Beauty. But Beauty - unless she is wed to something more meaningful - is always superficial.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

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Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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your hand

touching mine.

this is how

galaxies

collide.

Sanober Khan

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There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is same. Only love.

Lord Byron

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We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

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Whether we like it or not, we all come from someplace. And at some point in our lives, we have to make peace with that place.

Jeffrey Stepakoff, The Orchard

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स्मरल्या मला न तेव्हा माझ्याच गीतपंक्ती

मग ओळ शेवटाची सुचवून रात्र गेली !

At that time it didnt strike, the lines of my poem

Then the final line; prompted and left, the night, sometime in the morning...

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उरले उरात काही आवाज चांदण्यांचे .....

आकाश तारकांचे, उचलून रात्र गेली!

Left in the heart, was some voice of the moonlight

A sky filled with stars, lifted away by the night sometime in the morning ...

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सांगू तरी कसे मी वय कोवळे उन्हाचे ?

उसवून श्वास माझा फसवून रात्र गेली !

how do I even say, how old is this soft sunlight?

making me restless; fooled me the night sometime in the morning

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कळले मला न केव्हा सुटली मिठी जराशी

कळले मला न केव्हा निसटून रात्र गेली

I didn't realize when, the embrace loosened slightly

and I didn't realize when the night slipped by sometime at dawn