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
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)
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due. ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists. (Vertigo; Gph edition, March 10, 1999) Originally published 1990.
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)
My longing was ruby-colored. I wore it around my neck, and everything was drunkenness and dance, every day a kind of drowning— — Zeina Hashem Beck, from “I Dreamt We Threw Bread Crumbs,” Louder Than Hearts: Poems (Bauhan Pub, 2017)