Quotes (cont.)


  • I swear that when our lips touch, I can see the next 60 years of my life.
  • "Do you love her?”
    “Yes.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because nothing makes sense without her."
  • "The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
  • "Some people are born with tornados in their lives,
    but constellations in their eyes.
    Other people are born with stars at their feet,
    but their souls are lost at sea."
  • "Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all."
  • "Loving can hurt sometimes… But… loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "I like straight up people. I want you to tell me how you feel when you feel it."
  • "Everyone who terrifies you is sixty five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you can’t even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again."
  • "I never stopped feeling for you, I just stopped letting it show."
  • "in a room full of art I’d still stare at you"
  • "If you want to go somewhere you like but no one else wants to, go by yourself. You’ll meet people with similar interests as you."
  • "If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one."
  • "Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you, not what’s best for somebody else."
  • You’ll keep forgiving the one you love till you hate them
  • "Dear parents: if your religion makes you think your child is worthless, it’s time to reject the religion, not the child."
  • "Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have."
  • "I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them."
  • "Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands."
  • "Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive."
  • Either come closer or stay away, having you in between is very exhausting.
  • I deserved more than you were ever willing to give me."
  • "things get better. you will go from standing in the shower thinking “god what if this is for the rest of my life” to “god, i hope this is for the rest of my life.”"
  • "Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves."
  • "Someday someone won’t be afraid of how much you love. They won’t stay on the shore; they’ll meet you in the depths."
  • "The hardest thing is to kill the monster inside you, without killing yourself in the process."
  • "That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too."
  • “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’”
  • “Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.”
  • “‘Is the spring coming?’ he said. ‘What is it like?’ …
    ‘It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine, and things pushing up and working under the earth.’”
  • If we surrendered
    to earth’s intelligence
    we could rise up rooted, like trees.”
  • “The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning.”
  • “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’”
  • “This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
  • “Snow was falling,
    so much like stars
    filling the dark trees
    that one could easily imagine
    its reason for being was nothing more
    than prettiness.” 
  • “Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”
  • “Quiet stars and the still of expectation. The eucalyptus branches heavy with evening dew, their feet shuffling woodchips, braiding eights in the silver grass, and edging hillocks from the first mulch of fall.”
  • “The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
  • “But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called—called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”
  •  “‘To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure, is the most perfect refreshment.’”
  •  “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. … There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
  • “These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.” 
  • “There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society, where none intrudes,
    By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”
  • “Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
  • I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”
  • 1. “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
    2. “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
    3. “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”
    4. “Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”
    5. “He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.”
    6. “You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me.”
    7. “There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”
  • 8. “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
    9. “Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.”
    10. “They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another.”
    11. “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
    12. “But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the washstand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor.”
    13. “No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
    14. “I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.”
    15. “There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion.”
  • 16. “It takes two to make an accident.”
    17. “All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’”
    18. “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
    19. “I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.”
    20. “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
    21. “If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him.”
    22. “Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”
    23. “She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.”
  • 24. “There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care.”
    25. “The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
    26. “He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.”
    27. “Thirty — the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.”
    28. “His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.”
    29. “I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.”
    30. “So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight, watching over nothing.”
  • 31. “Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it.”
    32. “It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”
    33. “So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.”
    34. “People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”
    35. “Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.”
    36. “I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.”
    37. “One emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.”
  • 38. “Their eyes met and they stared together at each other, alone in space.”
    39. “He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.”
    40. “I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
    41. “The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.”
    42. “What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the dim, incalculable hours?”
    43. “Calmness wasn’t an end in itself.”
  • 44. “Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on.”
    45. “He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.”
    46. “He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.”
    47. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one … just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
    48. “You’re very polite, but I belong to another generation.”
    49. “He smiled understandingly — much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced — or seemed to face — the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”
    50. “And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler.”
  • “It’s evident
    the art of losing’s not too hard to master,
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.”
  • “I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
    If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.”
  • “Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head
    Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood
    But then I was young.”
  • “I would like to be the air
    that inhabits you for a moment
    only. I would like to be that unnoticed
    and that necessary.”
  • “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.”
  • “I weary for desires never guessed,
    For alien passions, strange imaginings,
    To be some other person for a day.”
  • “For I have known them all already, known them all:
    Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;
    I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
  • “Though you may hear me holler,
    And you may see me cry-
    I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
    If you gonna see me die.”
  • “My strategy is that some day
    I don’t know how, nor with what pretext
    That finally you need me.”
  • “These fragments I have shored
    Against my ruins.”
  • “they speak whatever’s on their mind
    they do whatever’s in their pants
    the boys i mean are not refined
    they shake the mountains when they dance.”
  • “Love at the lips was touch
    As sweet as I could bear
    And once that seemed too much
    I lived on air.”
  • “I wrote a song for you today when I was sitting in my room,
    I jumped up on the bed today and played it on the broom.
    I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear,
    But when I played it in my head I made you reappear.”
  • “He was my North, my South , my East and my West
    My working week and my Sunday rest
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.” 
  • “But we were a maybe
    and never a must
    when it should have been us.”
  • “Don’t like the
    fact that he learned to hide from the cops before he knew
    how to read. Angrier that his survival depends more on his ability
    to deal with the “authorities” than it does his own literacy.”
  • “The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.”
  • “I am having to do this
    not like Cousteau with his
    assiduous team
    aboard the sun-flooded schooner
    but here alone.”
  • “`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrab”
  • “Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
    Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
    Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
    I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”
  • “Everyone in me is a bird
    I am beating all my wings.” 
  • “Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
    And so live ever—or else swoon to death.” 
  • “The palm stands on the edge of space.
    The wind moves slowly in the branches.
    The bird’s fire-fangled feathers dangle down.”
  • “The calm,
    Cool face of the river
    Asked me for a kiss.”
  • “Be an outcast;
    Be pleased to walk alone
    (Uncool)
    Or line the crowded
    River beds
    With other impetuous
    Fools.”
  • “Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party.
    Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party
    and seduced you
    and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
    You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?”
  • “You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
  • “DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.”
  • “I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils.”
  • “I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
    I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
    I learn by going where I have to go.”
  • “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees
  • “A voice said, Look me in the stars
    And tell me truly, men of earth,
    If all the soul-and-body scars
    Were not too much to pay for birth.”
  • “The beauty of
    the terrible faces
    of our nonentities
    stirs me to it.”
  • “Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove:
    O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
    That looks on tempests, and is never shake.” 
  • “To see a world in a grain of sand,
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
    And Eternity in an hour.”
  • “there are worse things than
    being alone
    but it often takes decades
    to realize this
    and most often
    when you do
    it’s too late
    and there’s nothing worse
    than
    too late.”
  • “We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
  • “Hope is the thing with feathers,
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune without words,
    And never stops-at all.”
  • And finally, a word that embiggens the soul:
  •  “​Listen to the mustn’ts, child,
    Listen to the don’ts. 
    Listen to the shouldn’ts. 
    The impossibles, the won’ts.
    Listen to the never haves.
    Then listen close to me—
    Anything can happen, child,
    Anything can be.”
  • ”How much good inside a day?
    Depends how good you live ‘em.
    How much love inside a friend?
    Depends how much you give ‘em.”
  •  “There is a voice inside of you
    That whispers all day long,
    ‘I feel this is right for me,
    I know that this is wrong.’
    No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
    Or wise man can decide
    What’s right for you — just listen to
    The voice that speaks inside.”
  • “It’s amazing the difference
    A bit of sky can make.
  •  “When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?”
  • “She had blue skin,
    And so did he.
    He kept it hid
    And so did she.
    They searched for blue
    Their whole life through,
    Then passed right by-
    And never knew.” 
  • “ALICE
    She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME
    And she grew so tall,
    She ate from a plate called TASTE ME
    And down she shrank so small.
    And so she changed, while other folks
    Never tried nothin’ at all.”
  • “So please get your rags
    And your polishing jars,
    Somebody has to go polish the stars.”
  • “Tell me I’m clever,
    Tell me I’m kind,
    Tell me I’m talented,
    Tell me I’m cute,
    Tell me I’m sensitive,
    Graceful and Wise
    Tell me I’m perfect—
    But tell me the TRUTH.”
  • “Underneath my outside face
    There’s a face that none can see.
    A little less smiley,
    A little less sure,
    But a whole lot more like me.”
  • “He wasted his wishes on wishing.”
  •  “I’ll take the dream I had last night
    And put it in my freezer,
    So someday long and far away
    When I’m an old grey geezer,
    I’ll take it out and thaw it out,
    This lovely dream I’ve frozen,
    And boil it up and sit me down
    A dip my old cold toes in.”
  •  “Talked my head off
    Worked my tail off
    Cried my eyes out
    Walked my feet off
    Sang my heart out
    So you see,
    There’s really not much left of me.” 
  • “I will not play at tug o’ war.
    I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
    Where everyone hugs
    Instead of tugs,
    Where everyone giggles
    And rolls on the rug,
    Where everyone kisses,
    And everyone grins,
    And everyone cuddles,
    And everyone wins.”
  • “All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
    Layin’ In The Sun,
    Talkin’ ‘Bout The Things
    They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done…
    But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
    All Ran Away And Hid
    From One Little Did.”
  • “There are no happy endings.
    Endings are the saddest part,
    So just give me a happy middle
    And a very happy start.”
  • “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” 
  • “Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same…If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” 
  • “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” 
  • “You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.” 
  • “Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps… perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
  • “If it weren’t for her, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it.”
  • “He doesn’t want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn’t love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.” 
  • “The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.”
  • “I took a photo of us mid-embrace. When I am old and alone, I will remember that I once held something truly beautiful.” 
  • “I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.”
  • “When you love something it loves you back in whatever way it has to love.”
  •  “If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.” 
  •  “Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” 
  • “A love story is not about those who lose their heart but about those who find that sullen inhabitant who, when it is stumbled upon, means the body can fool no one, can fool nothing— not the wisdom of sleep or the habit of social graces. It is a consuming of oneself and the past.” 
  •  “Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.”
  • “When the day shall come that we do part,” he said softly, and turned to look at me, “if my last words are not ‘I love you’-ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.”
  • “Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
    takes us together like a violin’s bow,
    which draws one voice out of two separate strings.” 
  •  “I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for their religion - I have shudder’d at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyr’d for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that. I could die for you. […] My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.” 
  • “And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy.” 
  • “If you ever have need of my life, come and take it.” 
  • I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare - there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul.” 
  • “We loved with a love that was more than love.” 
  • “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you—haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe—I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” 
  •  “When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.” 
  • “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” 
  • “Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.” 
  • “I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”
  • “Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?” 
  • “Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman’s living.” 
  • “You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
  • “His examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning…to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.” 
  • “I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?”
  • “Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.” 

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