I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart. — L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. (Penguin Books, May 25, 1995) Originally published May 17th 1900.
I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there. — John Wieners, from “A Poem for Painters,” Selected poems, 1958-1984 (Black Sparrow Books, 1986)
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow. ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale. Richard Bentley October 18, 1851 (Britain), Harper & Brothers November 14, 1851 (U.S.)
Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside! ― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 1: 1950-1952. (Fantagraphics; First Edition edition, May 17, 2004)
Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight Before the angel there was something else— not this coffee shop next to a drug rehabilitation center filled with war veterans of the past, men and women strapped to their chairs, birds straining to rise from piles of feathers, bones, and blood. Drenched in sweat and a little shaky from… Continue reading David Romtvedt
So this is love. So this is entropy. I’ll break every bone in my feet running toward the shiny gate of it. The whole damn sky holds its breath. — Stevie Edwards, from “Offering,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press, March 17, 2015)
You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks. — Rachel McKibbens, from “Letter From My Brain to My Heart,” Pink Elephants. (Cypher Books, December 1, 2009)