The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live. — Lois Lowry, Gathering Blue. (Ember; Reissue edition January 24, 2006)
I’m no fool I know you’re cool I never really wanted your heart. Mazzy Star, from “Blue Flower,” She Hangs Brightly. (1990)
Love withers with predictability; its very essence is surprise and amazement. To make love a prisoner of the mundane is to take its passion and lose it forever. — Leo F. Buscaglia
Nuit Blanche A music coaxed from humming strings would please; Not plucked, but drawn in creeping cadences Across a sunset wall where some Marquise Picks a pale rose amid strange silences. Ghostly and vaporous her gown sweeps by The twilight dusking wall, I hear her feet Delaying on the gravel, and a sigh, Briefly permitted,… Continue reading Amy Lowell
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. — Titus Lucretius Caru, The Way Things Are: The De Rerum Natura. Translated by Rolfe Humphries, (Indiana University Press January 1, 1968)
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life? Mary Oliver, from “Swan,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems. (Beacon Press; 1St Edition edition September 14, 2010)
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight. For it is the only suffering that we endure without ever becoming used to it. ― Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, The Pure and the Impure. (NYRB Classics September 30, 2000) Originally published 1932.