“You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.”— Pablo Neruda, poetsofmodernity.xyz
“I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.”— Ezra Pound, amazon.com
“When I feel myself falling out of love with you, I turn the record of your laughter over, reposition the needle. I dust the dirty living room of your affection.”— Sierra Demulder, sierrademulder.tumblr.com
“I cannot believe her when she says I am beautiful. She cannot want me, not the way I want her. My want is an Empire State Building I monster-climb with her clutched in my fist. They make old, flickering horror movies about the way I look at her mouth.”— Clementine Von Radics, amazon.com
“I want to fall to sleep with you, and I could care less whether it is in layers upon layers of clothing or only our skin– all I really want is to wake up not knowing where I end and you begin.”— Beau Taplin, afadthatlastsforever.tumblr.com
“Once, I believed in you like a poem, turned your heart into a metaphor for my heart, turned our mouths into honey and caramel lozenges. But metaphors come and metaphors go, and not even seasons have the courtesy to stay till dawn.”— Shinji Moon, amazon.com
“THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,”— Charlotte Brontë, amazon.com
“i belive that everyone in the world has one poem that is their soulmate”— Nayyirah Waheed, goodreads.com
“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your h…”— Jorge Luis Borges, hellopoetry.com
“If this were true, the population of the world would be at a stand-still. In truth, the rate of birth is slightly in excess of death. I would suggest that the next edition of your poem should read: ‘Every moment dies a man, every moment 1 1/16 is born.’ Strictly speaking, the actual figure is so lon…”— Charles Babbage, en.wikiquote.org