“You write a poem to discover what you’re thinking, feeling, where the truth is. You don’t begin by saying, now this is the truth.”— Maxine Kumin, amazon.com
“Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.”— Khalil Gibran, amazon.com
“What's left undone today, is still not done tomorrow; to every day there is a use and purpose; let Resoluteness promptly seize the forelock of the Possible, and then, reluctant to let go again, she's forced to carry on and be productive.”— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, amazon.com
“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”— Dejan Stojanovic, amazon.com
“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”— Dejan Stojanovic, amazon.com
“You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”— David Whyte, amazon.com
“It is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.”— Anis Mojgani, anismojgani.bandcamp.com
“Love, love, love, love is like sunshine: Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.”— Andrea Gibson, amazon.com
“I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over.”— Robert Frost, amazon.com
“I can close my eyes and still remember the way the earth smelled like gravel and sunburnt skin, the cheap gas-station vodka burning my throat, a boy’s hand on the small of my back, the black, black sky watching my every move.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“Whenever I was dizzy and drunk on freedom and loneliness I would look up to right myself again. And the sky, those roads, these stars would guide my tired heart home.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“I tried to kiss away the emptiness screaming ‘I love you’ into the spaces as if I could fill him, us. He was my first experience with transience— searching for a residence in the impermanent.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc
“He kissed me, and I thought of all the names of the constellations, all the patterns I had yet to trace, all the world I had yet to feel underneath my feet.”— Marisa Donnelly, tcat.tc