You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye Margaret Atwood, “You Fit Into Me,” Power Politics: Poems. (House of Anansi Press; 2nd edition June 1, 1996) Originally published in 1971.
If you don’t shine you are darkness. – Charles Wright, from “Tomorrow,” Bye-and-Bye: Selected Late Poems. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux March 27, 2012)
Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am. Jane Hirshfield, from “Three Foxes by the Edge of the Field at Twilight,” Each Happiness Ringed by Lions: Selected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 2005)
Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you’re taught to do when you’re lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting. ―… Continue reading Nick Flynn
They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth? — Charles Bukowski, from “What Bothers Them Most,” New Poems Book Three. (Virgin Books May 6, 2004)
The soul is a verb. . . . Not a noun. ― David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet. (Random House; 1st edition June 29, 2010)
Please die I said so I can write about it. — Margaret Atwood, from “Their Attitudes Differ,” Power Politics: Poems. (House of Anansi Press; 2nd edition June 1, 1996) Originally published in 1971.