Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. — Thomas Moore, from “The Light of Other Days,” The Oxford Book of English Verse 1250–1918. Editor: Arthur Quiller-Couch. (Oxford University Press March 26, 1963)
To treat every day as a word spoken to us. And yourself – as an answer to the word. – Anna Kamieńska, from “The Notebook: 1965-1972″, Astonishments. (Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007)
You must live for something, they say. People don’t live just to keep on living. But here is the quince tree, a sky bright and empty. Here there are blueberries, there is no need to not me. — Mary Szybist, from “Here There Are Blueberries,” Incarnadine: Poems. (Graywolf Press; First Edition edition February 5, 2013)
Give me that dark moment; I will carry it everywhere like a mouthful of rain. — Mary Oliver, from “Pen and Paper and a Breath of Air: Excerpts,” Blue Pastures. (Mariner Books; 1 edition November 10, 1995)
You haunt me still somehow, I’ve saved each word from you. — Anna Akhmatova, from White Flock: Poetry of Anna Akhmatova. Translated by Andrey Kneller (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform July 30, 2013)
I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone. — Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea. (W. W. Norton & Company; Reissue edition January 25, 2016) Originally published 1966.
Nothing lives long Only the earth and mountains — Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West. (Holt Paperbacks; 30th Anniversary edition January 23, 2001) Originally published 1970.
It’s all messy. The hair. The bed. The words. The heart. Life… — William Leal
in Just- in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it’s spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it’s spring and… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today. — John Fowles, The Magus. (Back Bay Books; Revised edition January 4, 2001) Originally published… Continue reading John Fowles