“The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.”— Tennessee Williams, amazon.com
“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”— C. G. Jung, amazon.com
“Some books you read. Some books you enjoy. But some books just swallow you up, heart and soul.”— Joanne Harris, goodreads.com
“Do you listen or do you hear? Most choose ignorance out of fear.”— Lynette Simeone, relatablepoetryandquotes.tumblr.com
“Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.”— Lawrence Ferlinghetti, amazon.com
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.”— Bram Stoker, amazon.com
“She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.”— Holly Black, amazon.com
“We are funny creatures. We don’t see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.”— Saul Bellow, amazon.com
“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she always struggled… And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it.…”— Carrie Ryan, amazon.com
“Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night.”— William Blake, poetryfoundation.org
“Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.”— Mignon McLaughlin, amazon.com
“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.”— Sarah Kay, goodreads.com
“Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, amazon.com
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”— William Shakespeare, amazon.com