“I think of you a lot. I think of you and me walking along in a parking lot at night. Our shoulders rubbing against each other as we listen to our voices. We’re both damaged and beautiful. We know the order of order and the order of disorder. We’ve both been hunted and nearly destroyed by weaklings w…”— Henry Rollins, fuckyeahhenryrollins.tumblr.com
“I want to ask her what love feels like when you’re afraid of the person who you thought you were meant to be with forever. I want to know if she even believes in forever.”— Kristina Haynes, goodreads.com
“And when you cry, I’ll be right there telling you, you were never anything less than beautiful.”— Lana Del Rey, play.spotify.com
“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.”— W. H. Auden, amazon.com
“The sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.”— Richard Ford, amazon.com
“Time flows in a strange way on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.”— Haruki Murakami, amazon.com
“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”— Jack London, amazon.com
“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”— C. S. Lewis, amazon.com
“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”— Kenneth Grahame, amazon.com
“Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.”— H.G. Wells, amazon.com
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”— Brian Andreas, amazon.com
“Seduce me. Write letters to me. And poems, I love poems. Ravish me with your words. Seduce me.”— Anne Boleyn, goodreads.com