"Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done."
— Sappho

"What creature is it that is
female in nature and hides
in its womb unborn children
who, although they are voiceless,
speak to people far away?

The female creature is a letter.
The unborn children are the letters
(of the alphabet) it carries. And the
letters, although they have no voices,
speak to people far away."
— Sappho

"The gleaming stars all about the shining moon
Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid
In the sky she floats, flooding the shadowed earth
with clear silver light.
"
— Sappho

"...gracious your form and your eyes as honey : desire is poured upon your lovely face Aphrodite has honored you exceedingly..."
— Sappho

"Eros once again limb-loosener whirls me sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, creature stealing up...I don't know what I should do: two states of mind in me..."
— Sappho

""Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.""
— Sappho

"Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live."
— Oscar Wilde

""I love not man the less, but nature more""
— George Gordon Byron

"But words are things, a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought,produces, That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think."
— Lord Byron

"Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray."
— George Gordon Byron

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
— Emily Dickinson

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!"
— Emily Dickinson

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
— Emily Dickinson

"I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense."
— Emily Dickinson

"Forever is composed of nows."
— Emily Dickinson

"I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names."
— Emily Dickinson

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."
— George Gordon Byron

"The heart will break, but broken live on. "
— George Gordon Byron

"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think."
— George Gordon Byron

"Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication. "
— Lord Byron

"Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."
— George Gordon Byron

"Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. "
— George Gordon Byron