“He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinevonradicspoems.tumblr.com
“...I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write th…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“This poem is the poem I am writing because we aren’t speaking, and it is making my heart hurt so bad, that sometimes I can’t make it up off the floor.”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, amazon.com
“Have I ever told you what a miracle it is to love and not suffer for it?”— Fortesa Latifi, madgirlf.tumblr.com