All Quotes By Tag: Poems

“But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.”

“She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.”

“A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS”

“I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.”

“Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.”

“I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk. ”

“There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.”

“Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.”

“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

“Settled in my blanket of dreams,Hugging my thoughts of you.I close my eyes and secretly wishThat someday you’ll love me too.Reality whispers in the back of my head,”He will never be happy with you.”But I’ve escaped to my fantasy landA place where happiness can come true.”

“It’s not that the old are wiseBut that we thirst for the wisdomwe had at twentywhen we understood everythingwhen our brains bubbledwith tingling insightspercolating up fromour brilliant genitalswhen our music rang like a global siegeshooting down all the lies in the worldoh then we knew the truththen we sparkled like mica in graniteand now we stand on the shoreof an ocean that rises and risesbut is too salt to drink”

“Don’t be surprised when you open your crying eyes to the world before our heavenly sunrise, and it closes, shines those shut lids, blinds become eclipse realms I feel overwhelmed bywhat a surprise the final sunset lookslike deep inside your eyes closingthe line between hidden and revealedin the ink dripped seal”

“Le ChatJe souhaite dans ma maison:Une femme ayant sa raison.Un chat passant parmi les livres.Des amis en toute saisonSans lesquels je ne peux pas vivre.”

“But know this.This life, it breathes in duality. Your now[s] are an imminent tomorrow[s].”