“Combing the white hair of the waves blown back, when the wind blows the water white and black.”— T. S. Eliot, poetryfoundation.org
“Since the return of her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June.”— Train, open.spotify.com
“He knows what 'Honey' does. It pours sweetness all over my sharpness, reminds me that I've been taught to melt easy on the tongue.”— Roya Backlund, therisingphoenixreview.com
“We pretend the space between sacrifice and surrender is the space between our two hands.”— Kristin Chang, vagabondcitylit.com
“I think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.”— Lana Del Rey, open.spotify.com
“The taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things I want.”— One Direction, open.spotify.com
“You were right, Bob. I needed to let my baby birds fly. My bratty little baby birds fly with their crappy little wings. Sometimes you gotta push 'em out the window.”— Dan Fybel, Rich Renaldi, Linda Belcher, John Roberts, imdb.com
“Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?”— Emily Dickinson, amazon.com