| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c32ca71 | No one worth possessingCan be quite possessed. | Sara Teasdale | ||
| 3d1f0db | I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so. | Sara Teasdale | ||
| 2644ddf | Oh, beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love? | Sara Teasdale | ||
| 856bffa | The window-lights, myriads and myriads, Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers. | Sara Teasdale |