I don’t think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them. — Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (Hallmark Editions; First Thus edition … Continue reading Boris Pasternak
Arbole, Arbole . . . Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, grabs her around the waist. Four riders passed by on Andalusian ponies, with blue and green jackets and big, dark capes. “Come to Cordoba, muchacha.” The girl won’t listen to… Continue reading Federico García Lorca
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)
I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on… Continue reading Percy Bysshe Shelley
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.)
Choose love! Choose love! Enter the rose garden, let your soul make peace with the thorns. — Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication. (Inner Traditions; Tra edition, February 14, 2006)