I want from love only the beginning. — Agha Shahid Ali, from “I want from love only the beginning,” Rooms Are Never Finished: Poems (W. W. Norton & Co., 2002)
There is something joyous in the elegies Of birds. They seem Caught up in a formal delight, Though the mourning dove whistles of despair. — Galway Kinnell, from “Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock,” A New Selected Poetry (Mariner Books; Reprint edition September 13, 2001)
It is better to be alone than to become a person that loses his soul to the fear of loneliness. ― Shannon L. Alder
Do you remember how raw the night seemed when we cracked the moon over our teeth and let its yolk run down our throat? Salmonella or not, I loved you then. — Shinji Moon, from “Flash Flood,” The Anatomy of Being. (lulu.com; Second Edition edition April 6, 2013)
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet. (Rupa & Educa Books April 14, 2003) Originally published 1923.
We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, The trees that are broken And start again, drawing up on great roots; — Robert Bly, from “A Home In Dark Grass,” Eating the Honey of Words: New and Selected Poems. (Harper & Collins, Nueva York 1999)
Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love. ― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. (Schocken October 30, 1988)