Poetry Quotes page 23

And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make.
The Beatles
Plus there's the fact that music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen
Whoever created love should give instructions to avoid the suffering
Miguel Soto
I phoned Midori.
"I have to talk to you" I said. "I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning". Midori responded with a long, long silence - the silence of all the misty rain in the world falling on all the new-mown lawns of the world. Forehead pressed against the glass, I shut my eyes and waited. At last, Midori's quiet voice broke the silence: "Where are you now?"
Where was I now?
Gripping the receiver, I raised my head and turned to see what lay beyond the phone box. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again I called out for Midori from the dead centre of this place that was no place.
"Norweigan Wood" by Haruki Murakami
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
Gaius Valerius Catullus
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.
E.M. Forster's Howards End
I have lived through war, and lost much. I know what's worth the fight, and what is not. Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too. And that, O kinsman, is why a woman has broad hips; that bony basin will harbor a man and his child alike. A man's life springs from his woman's bones, and in her blood is his honor christened. For the sake of love alone, I would walk through fire again.
'the Fiery Cross' by Diana Gabaldon
Beyond watching eyes
With sweet and tender kisses
Our souls reached out to each other
In breathless wonder
And when I awoke
From a vast and smiling peace
I found you bathed in morning light
Quietly studying all the messages on my phone
'Love Poem' by Banksy
"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".
'The Fiery Cross' by Diana Gabaldon
Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.
Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
Jack Kerouac: On the Road
I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I gave the word. Now in the mornin' I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own.
Viva La Vida - Coldplay
Enter Stranger, but take heed Of what awaits the sin of greed For those who take but do not earn, Must pay dearly in there turn. So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, Beware Of finding more than treasure there.
Gringotts front doors 'Harry Potter' JK Rowling
I went to a house that was not a house.
I opened a door that was not a door.
And what I saw, I saw.
'Something from the Nightside' by Simon R. Green
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable & life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
Anna Nalick 'Breathe 2AM'
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Michel de Montaigne
I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are.
Milton Berle

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