“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”— Nicole Krauss, amazon.com
“A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Say what you will, / Call me in all things what I was before, / A flutterer in the wind, a woman still; / I tell you I am what I was and more.”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, amazon.com
“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”— Jaime Gil de Biedma, es.wikiquote.org
“Poetry springs from something deeper; it’s beyond intelligence. It may not even be linked with wisdom. It’s a thing of its own; it has a nature of its own. Undefinable.”— Jorge Luis Borges, theparisreview.org
“I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.”— Nikita Gill, amazon.com
“Forgive everyone for your own sins And be sure to tell them You love them which you do.”— Jack Kerouac, amazon.com
“I think there’s a big difference between being a bad person and being bad at being a person.”— Megan Falley, amazon.com
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many [people] have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you a…”— J. D. Salinger, amazon.com
“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”— Charles de Lint, goodreads.com
“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”— Lawrence Ferlinghetti, amazon.com
“Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.”— Martin Farquhar Tupper, amazon.com