“...as brightness, pouring itself out of you, as if you were burning inside. Under your skin the moon is alive.”— Pablo Neruda, allpoetry.com
“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.com
“Maybe a survivor is nothing but the last one to come home, the final monarch that lands on a branch already weighted with ghosts.”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.com
“It only takes a single night of frost to kill off an entire generation. To live, then, is a matter of time, of timing.”— Ocean Vuong, newyorker.com
“Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.”— Kenneth Rexroth, amazon.com
“...I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write th…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“She lends her pen to thoughts of him that flow from it in her solitary. For she is his poet and he is her poetry.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“...I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.”— Walt Whitman, books.google.com.ph
“Who taught you that love is only good until it’s opened? Who told you that it spoils? Why did you take it so literally?”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your f…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“What no one ever talks about is how dangerous hope can be. Call it forgiveness with teeth.”— Clementine Von Radics, amazon.com
“When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown that fadeth not away.”— John Wesley, amazon.com
“I once loved boys who wanted to make me into poetry to eulogize my being, tattoo me onto his paper, tuck away my words into thick letters and crisp envelopes. I would not be his art, so I decided to make my own.”— Michelle K., michellekpoems.tumblr.com
“You're like the ocean... Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you'll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me, I fell in, headfirst.”— Ellen Hopkins, amazon.com
“I need a good woman. I need a good woman more than I need this typewriter, more than I need my automobile, more than I need Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I can taste her in the air, I can feel her at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built for her feet to walk upon, I can see pillows fo…”— Charles Bukowski, amazon.com
“I would kiss you in the middle of a lightning storm. I would kiss you knowing it would kill me, cause I'd rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”— Andrea Gibson, youtube.com