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aa278eb	"When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed.	death i-shall-not-be-moved life maya-angelou peace poem poems poet poetry poets soul souls trees when-great-trees-fall writers writing	Maya Angelou
dad38ca	"How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone,	poems poetry	Emily Dickinson
bc5f586	She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
28f0d43	Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you're willing to be.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
e130478	Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
29e11ed	I think that I shall never se	god inspirational poem poems rain tree	Joyce Kilmer
08a7333	Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
5f8d142	A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
e546745	I'm making a list I'm making a list of things I must say For politeness, And goodness and kindness and gentleness Sweetness and rightness: Hello Pardon me How are you? Excuse me Bless you May I? Thank you Goodbye If you know some that I've forgot, Please stick them in you eye!	manners poems	Shel Silverstein
dc10277	Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
0c7b3e0	The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
0dfb54b	We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
23956c8	She was broken, I think it's because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
f99c3ea	Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
211c323	If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
6fd6715	It's funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
372a061	Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
f143eda	Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
c357f7f	The truth is I didn't need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
b97d9ec	Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
9fa5dfa	I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
b63aaa4	To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
682b65c	"There is nothing to save, now all is lost,	loss poems quotes stillness	D.H. Lawrence
cf461a1	She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
32dffd8	It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
7994c48	Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.	happyquotes hope inspirational inspirationalquotes inspired instadaily instaquote lovequotes pinquotes poems poetry quote quoteoftheday quotes relationships rmdrake sadquotes sayings spokenword tattoo typewriter vsco writer writing	robert m drake
56bbd33	"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost	amnesia androids apocalypse carrack cityisle cityspire count damnation death desolate dreams emily-dickinson empty fedora ghosts gothic greek-mythology haunting haunts horace-walpole jazz life magic magick mannequins masquerade music phillip-k-dick piano poems puddles rain reflections romance sacrifice science-fiction sex shakespeare ships songs specters spectre storms tempest waking water	Nathan Reese Maher
7404189	Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.	journals plath poems poet poetry sylvia-plath writer writing	Sylvia Plath
31aa6b6	It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.	poems poetry	Virginia Woolf
49f1bbf	"Ourchestra: So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose. So we haven't any cymbals- We'll just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot-	humor poems	Shel Silverstein
e17fd53	"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach	amnesia androids apocalypse carrack cityisle cityspire count damnation death desolate dreams emily-dickinson empty fedora ghosts gothic greek-mythology haunting haunts horace-walpole jazz life magic magick mannequins masquerade music phillip-k-dick piano poems puddles rain reflections romance sacrifice science-fiction sex shakespeare ships songs specters spectre storms tempest waking water	Nathan Reese Maher
af6f8fc	"Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blase princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero's dull career to crisis; and when insouciant angels play God's trump, while bored arena crowds for once look eager,	poems	Sylvia Plath
cc2e462	que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions ou etre ne dure qu'un instant ou chaque instant verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir ete sans cette onde ou a la fin corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour sans ce ciel qui s'eleve sur la poussieere de ses lests que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'hui regardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seul a errer et a virer loin de toute vie dans un espace pantin sans voix parmi les voix enfermees avec moi	french poems	Samuel Beckett
ef0a771	Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.	edgar-allan-poe poems poetry stars	Edgar Allan Poe
2fc99cc	Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Meles de metal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent a loisir Ta tete et ton dos elastique, Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir De palper ton corps electrique, Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard, Comme le tien, aimable bete, Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard, Et, des pieds jusques a la tete, Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum, Nagent autour de son corps brun.	poems	Charles Baudelaire
d115d67	Que j'aime voir, chere indolente, De ton corps si beau, Comme une etoffe vacillante, Miroiter la peau! Sur ta chevelure profonde Aux acres parfums, Mer odorante et vagabonde Aux flots bleus et bruns, Comme un navire qui s'eveille Au vent du matin, Mon ame reveuse appareille Pour un ciel lointain. Tes yeux ou rien ne se revele De doux ni d'amer, Sont deux bijoux froids ou se melent L'or avec le fer. A te voir marcher en cadence, Belle d'abandon, On dirait un serpent qui danse Au bout d'un baton. Sous le fardeau de ta paresse Ta tete d'enfant Se balance avec la mollesse D'un jeune elephant, Et ton corps se penche et s'allonge Comme un fin vaisseau Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge Ses vergues dans l'eau. Comme un flot grossi par la fonte Des glaciers grondants, Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte Au bord de tes dents, Je crois boire un vin de boheme, Amer et vainqueur, Un ciel liquide qui parseme D'etoiles mon coeur!	poems snakes	Charles Baudelaire
2cb476e	"History doesn't start with a tall building	amnesia androids apocalypse carrack cityisle cityspire count damnation death desolate dreams emily-dickinson empty fedora ghosts gothic greek-mythology haunting haunts horace-walpole jazz life magic magick mannequins masquerade music phillip-k-dick piano poems puddles rain reflections romance sacrifice science-fiction sex shakespeare ships songs specters spectre storms tempest waking water	Nathan Reese Maher
58e0a9c	[L]ife is a phenomenon in need of criticism, for we are, as fallen creatures, in permanent danger of worshipping false gods, of failing to understand ourselves and misinterpreting the behaviour of others, of growing unproductively anxious or desirous, and of losing ourselves to vanity and error. Surreptitiously and beguilingly, then, with humour or gravity, works of art--novels, poems, plays, paintings or films--can function as vehicles to explain our condition to us. They may act as guides to a truer, more judicious, more intelligent understanding of the world.	art criticism desire films gravity humor life novels paintings plays poems self-understanding understanding vanity	Alain de Botton
a21ad85	It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.	fall-in-love love poems	Cecily von Ziegesar
898f119	Poems should be like pins which prick the skin of boredom and leave a glow equal in its pride to the gate of the sadist who stuck the pin and walked away	ennui pin pins poems poetry pride sadism sadist writing	Norman Mailer
6e9cbf3	"She leaves my side and heads deeper into	amnesia androids apocalypse carrack cityisle cityspire count damnation death desolate dreams emily-dickinson empty fedora ghosts gothic greek-mythology haunting haunts horace-walpole jazz life magic magick mannequins masquerade music phillip-k-dick piano poems puddles rain reflections romance sacrifice science-fiction sex shakespeare ships songs specters spectre storms tempest waking water	Nathan Reese Maher
f7e1dfe	It is often said that what sets Shakespeare apart is his ability to illuminate the workings of the soul and so on, and he does that superbly, goodness knows, but what really characterizes his work - every bit of it, in poems and plays and even dedications, throughout every portion of his career - is a positive and palpable appreciation of the transfixing power of language. remains an enchanting work after four hundred years, but few could argue that it cuts to the very heart of human behaviour. What it does is take, and give, a positive satisfaction in the joyous possibilities of verbal expression.	dedications enchanting four-hundred-years goodness-knows human-behavior human-behaviour joyous-possibilities plays poems possibilities power-of-language shakespeare the-soul transfixing verbal-expression william-shakespeare workings-of-the-soul	Bill Bryson
d0014cf	When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea -- on which I cannot walk -- and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.	heartache heartbreak poems poetry relationships	Alice Walker
4c8d46b	"That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'.	amnesia androids apocalypse carrack cityisle cityspire count damnation death desolate dreams emily-dickinson empty fedora ghosts gothic greek-mythology haunting haunts horace-walpole jazz life magic magick mannequins masquerade music phillip-k-dick piano poems puddles rain reflections romance sacrifice science-fiction sex shakespeare ships songs specters spectre storms tempest waking water	Nathan Reese Maher
349a411	"Robert Frost didn't like to explain his poems--and for good reason: to explain a poem is to suck the air from its lungs. This does not mean, however, that poets shouldn't talk about their poetry, or that one shouldn't ask questions about it. Rather, it suggests that any discussion of poetry should celebrate its ultimate ineffability and in so doing lead one to further inquiry. I think of that wonderful scene from Elie Wiesel's memoir, , where Mosche the Beadle of the local synagogue, in dialogue with the young, precocious author, explains: "Every question possesses a power that does not lie in the answer."	ineffability poems poetry	Tony Leuzzi
2a67d00	It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.	poems poet poetry	David Benioff
0221ba0	"Ich bin ein Stern am Firmament, der die Welt betrachtet, die Welt verachtet und in der eignen Glut verbrennt. Ich bin das Meer, das nachtens sturmt, das klagende Meer, das opferschwer zu alten Sunden neu turmt. Ich bin von Eurer Welt verbannt, vom Stolz erzogen, vom Stolz belogen, ich bin der Konig ohne Land. Ich bin die stumme Leidenschaft,	ich-bin-ein-stern poems	Hermann Hesse
6ebda76	Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket. 'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.	identity karen-tei-yamashita poems poet poetry poets self stories tropic-of-orange	Karen Tei Yamashita
0b34c64	I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tree, really, but from the richly pollinated boughs of an ordinary life, buzzing, as lives do, with clamor and glory. They are easy to miss but everywhere: poetry just is, whether we revere it or try to put it in prison. It is elementary grace, communicated from one soul to another.	grace life poems poetry	Barbara Kingsolver
50f3fb2	Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent, Les hiboux se tiennent ranges, Ainsi que des dieux etrangers, Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils meditent. Sans remuer ils se tiendront Jusqu'a l'heure melancolique Ou, poussant le soleil oblique, Les tenebres s'etabliront. Leur attitude au sage enseigne Qu'il faut en ce monde qu'il craigne Le tumulte et le mouvement, L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe Porte toujours le chatiment D'avoir voulu changer de place.	poems sonnets	Charles Baudelaire
c5fa88d	We do not admire their president. We know why the White House is white. We do not find their children irresistible; We do not agree they should inherit the earth.	native-americans poems poetry race-relations united-states united-states-of-america us usa whites	Alice Walker
2f939f6	For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The is the mystery. The how is fragile.	artists books creativity ideas inspiration novelists poems poets science scientists	E.L. Konigsburg
d19fcc1	The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.	memorization poems poetry	Bill Richardson
b7b37ff	Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.	poems poetry prayer self-reliance verse world	Colson Whitehead
74048cd	He is wearing an old overcoat from the Salvation Army in Easton, Pennsylvania. It cost five bucks ten years ago, Louise remembers. Henry is not interested so much in the bargain, he wants ghosts in his clothes. He likes wondering what another man kept in those deep pockets. He writes poems about it.	old-clothes poems	Abigail Thomas
747b4b0	There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.	harmon-okinyo poems	Gore Vidal

aa278eb

"When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed.

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Maya Angelou

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"How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone,

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Emily Dickinson

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She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

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robert m drake

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Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you're willing to be.

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Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

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I think that I shall never se

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Joyce Kilmer

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Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

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A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

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I'm making a list I'm making a list of things I must say For politeness, And goodness and kindness and gentleness Sweetness and rightness: Hello Pardon me How are you? Excuse me Bless you May I? Thank you Goodbye If you know some that I've forgot, Please stick them in you eye!

manners poems

Shel Silverstein

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Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

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The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

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We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.

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She was broken, I think it's because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

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Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

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If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

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It's funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

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Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.

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robert m drake

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Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

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robert m drake

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The truth is I didn't need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

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robert m drake

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Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

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robert m drake

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I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

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robert m drake

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To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

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robert m drake

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"There is nothing to save, now all is lost,

loss poems quotes stillness

D.H. Lawrence

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She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.

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robert m drake

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It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

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robert m drake

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Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

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robert m drake

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"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost

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Nathan Reese Maher

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Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.

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Sylvia Plath

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It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

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Virginia Woolf

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"Ourchestra: So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose. So we haven't any cymbals- We'll just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot-

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Shel Silverstein

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"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach

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Nathan Reese Maher

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"Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blase princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero's dull career to crisis; and when insouciant angels play God's trump, while bored arena crowds for once look eager,

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Sylvia Plath

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que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions ou etre ne dure qu'un instant ou chaque instant verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir ete sans cette onde ou a la fin corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour sans ce ciel qui s'eleve sur la poussieere de ses lests que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'hui regardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seul a errer et a virer loin de toute vie dans un espace pantin sans voix parmi les voix enfermees avec moi

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Samuel Beckett

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Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold-too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.

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Edgar Allan Poe

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Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Meles de metal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent a loisir Ta tete et ton dos elastique, Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir De palper ton corps electrique, Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard, Comme le tien, aimable bete, Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard, Et, des pieds jusques a la tete, Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum, Nagent autour de son corps brun.

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Charles Baudelaire

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Que j'aime voir, chere indolente, De ton corps si beau, Comme une etoffe vacillante, Miroiter la peau! Sur ta chevelure profonde Aux acres parfums, Mer odorante et vagabonde Aux flots bleus et bruns, Comme un navire qui s'eveille Au vent du matin, Mon ame reveuse appareille Pour un ciel lointain. Tes yeux ou rien ne se revele De doux ni d'amer, Sont deux bijoux froids ou se melent L'or avec le fer. A te voir marcher en cadence, Belle d'abandon, On dirait un serpent qui danse Au bout d'un baton. Sous le fardeau de ta paresse Ta tete d'enfant Se balance avec la mollesse D'un jeune elephant, Et ton corps se penche et s'allonge Comme un fin vaisseau Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge Ses vergues dans l'eau. Comme un flot grossi par la fonte Des glaciers grondants, Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte Au bord de tes dents, Je crois boire un vin de boheme, Amer et vainqueur, Un ciel liquide qui parseme D'etoiles mon coeur!

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Charles Baudelaire

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"History doesn't start with a tall building

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Nathan Reese Maher

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[L]ife is a phenomenon in need of criticism, for we are, as fallen creatures, in permanent danger of worshipping false gods, of failing to understand ourselves and misinterpreting the behaviour of others, of growing unproductively anxious or desirous, and of losing ourselves to vanity and error. Surreptitiously and beguilingly, then, with humour or gravity, works of art--novels, poems, plays, paintings or films--can function as vehicles to explain our condition to us. They may act as guides to a truer, more judicious, more intelligent understanding of the world.

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Alain de Botton

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It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.

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Cecily von Ziegesar

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Poems should be like pins which prick the skin of boredom and leave a glow equal in its pride to the gate of the sadist who stuck the pin and walked away

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Norman Mailer

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"She leaves my side and heads deeper into

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Nathan Reese Maher

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It is often said that what sets Shakespeare apart is his ability to illuminate the workings of the soul and so on, and he does that superbly, goodness knows, but what really characterizes his work - every bit of it, in poems and plays and even dedications, throughout every portion of his career - is a positive and palpable appreciation of the transfixing power of language. remains an enchanting work after four hundred years, but few could argue that it cuts to the very heart of human behaviour. What it does is take, and give, a positive satisfaction in the joyous possibilities of verbal expression.

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Bill Bryson

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When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea -- on which I cannot walk -- and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

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Alice Walker

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"That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'.

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Nathan Reese Maher

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"Robert Frost didn't like to explain his poems--and for good reason: to explain a poem is to suck the air from its lungs. This does not mean, however, that poets shouldn't talk about their poetry, or that one shouldn't ask questions about it. Rather, it suggests that any discussion of poetry should celebrate its ultimate ineffability and in so doing lead one to further inquiry. I think of that wonderful scene from Elie Wiesel's memoir, , where Mosche the Beadle of the local synagogue, in dialogue with the young, precocious author, explains: "Every question possesses a power that does not lie in the answer."

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Tony Leuzzi

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It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.

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David Benioff

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"Ich bin ein Stern am Firmament, der die Welt betrachtet, die Welt verachtet und in der eignen Glut verbrennt. Ich bin das Meer, das nachtens sturmt, das klagende Meer, das opferschwer zu alten Sunden neu turmt. Ich bin von Eurer Welt verbannt, vom Stolz erzogen, vom Stolz belogen, ich bin der Konig ohne Land. Ich bin die stumme Leidenschaft,

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Hermann Hesse

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Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket. 'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

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Karen Tei Yamashita

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I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tree, really, but from the richly pollinated boughs of an ordinary life, buzzing, as lives do, with clamor and glory. They are easy to miss but everywhere: poetry just is, whether we revere it or try to put it in prison. It is elementary grace, communicated from one soul to another.

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Barbara Kingsolver

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Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent, Les hiboux se tiennent ranges, Ainsi que des dieux etrangers, Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils meditent. Sans remuer ils se tiendront Jusqu'a l'heure melancolique Ou, poussant le soleil oblique, Les tenebres s'etabliront. Leur attitude au sage enseigne Qu'il faut en ce monde qu'il craigne Le tumulte et le mouvement, L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe Porte toujours le chatiment D'avoir voulu changer de place.

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Charles Baudelaire

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We do not admire their president. We know why the White House is white. We do not find their children irresistible; We do not agree they should inherit the earth.

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Alice Walker

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For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The is the mystery. The how is fragile.

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E.L. Konigsburg

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The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.

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Bill Richardson

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Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.

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Colson Whitehead

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He is wearing an old overcoat from the Salvation Army in Easton, Pennsylvania. It cost five bucks ten years ago, Louise remembers. Henry is not interested so much in the bargain, he wants ghosts in his clothes. He likes wondering what another man kept in those deep pockets. He writes poems about it.

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Abigail Thomas

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There is something about a bureaucrat that does not like a poem.

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Gore Vidal