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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath


  • #2
    Milan Kundera
    “Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.”
    Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere


  • #3
    Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez
    “Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.”
    Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons


  • #4
    Neal Stephenson
    “She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”
    Neal Stephenson


  • #5
    Walt Whitman
    “Love the earth and sun and animals,
    Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
    Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
    Devote your income and labor to others...
    And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”
    Walt Whitman


  • #6
    Eugene O'Neill
    “EDMUND
    *Then with alcoholic talkativeness
    You've just told me some high spots in your memories. Want to hear mine? They're all connected with the sea. Here's one. When I was on the Squarehead square rigger, bound for Buenos Aires. Full moon in the Trades. The old hooker driving fourteen knots. I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and signing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself -- actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way. Then another time, on the American Line, when I was lookout on the crow's nest in the dawn watch. A calm sea, that time. Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of the ship. The passengers asleep and none of the crew in sight. No sound of man. Black smoke pouring from the funnels behind and beneath me. Dreaming, not keeping looking, feeling alone, and above, and apart, watching the dawn creep like a painted dream over the sky and sea which slept together. Then the moment of ecstatic freedom came. the peace, the end of the quest, the last harbor, the joy of belonging to a fulfillment beyond men's lousy, pitiful, greedy fears and hopes and dreams! And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out, or lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Became the sun, the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide. Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like a veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see -- and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!
    *He grins wryly.
    It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a sea gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a a little in love with death!

    TYRONE
    *Stares at him -- impressed.
    Yes, there's the makings of a poet in you all right.
    *Then protesting uneasily.
    But that's morbid craziness about not being wanted and loving death.

    EDMUND
    *Sardonically
    The *makings of a poet. No, I'm afraid I'm like the guy who is always panhandling for a smoke. He hasn't even got the makings. He's got only the habit. I couldn't touch what I tried to tell you just now. I just stammered. That's the best I'll ever do, I mean, if I live. Well, it will be faithful realism, at least. Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people.”
    Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night


  • #7
    Elizabeth Bishop
    “The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

    ---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.”
    Elizabeth Bishop, One Art


  • #8
    E.E. Cummings
    “anyone lived in a pretty how town
    (with up so floating many bells down)
    spring summer autumn winter
    he sang his didn't he danced his did

    Women and men(both little and small)
    cared for anyone not at all
    they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
    sun moon stars rain

    children guessed(but only a few
    and down they forgot as up they grew
    autumn winter spring summer)
    that noone loved him more by more

    when by now and tree by leaf
    she laughed his joy she cried his grief
    bird by snow and stir by still
    anyone's any was all to her

    someones married their everyones
    laughed their cryings and did their dance
    (sleep wake hope and then)they
    said their nevers they slept their dream

    stars rain sun moon
    (and only the snow can begin to explain
    how children are apt to forget to remember
    with up so floating many bells down)

    one day anyone died i guess
    (and noone stooped to kiss his face)
    busy folk buried them side by side
    little by little and was by was

    all by all and deep by deep
    and more by more they dream their sleep
    noone and anyone earth by april
    wish by spirit and if by yes.

    Women and men (both dong and ding)
    summer autumn winter spring
    reaped their sowing and went their came
    sun moon stars rain”
    E.E. Cummings, Selected Poems
    tags: love


  • #9
    Ernest Hemingway
    “Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."
    Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
    Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
    tags: love


  • #10
    Christina Rossetti
    “Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
    When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?”
    Christina Rossetti, Poems of Christina Rossetti
    tags: love


  • #11
    Jeanette Winterson
    “As your lover describes you, so you are.”
    Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry


  • #12
    Ernest Hemingway
    “I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises


  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “let it go -- the
    smashed word broken
    open vow or
    the oath cracked length
    wise -- let it go it
    was sworn to
    go

    let them go -- the
    truthful liars and
    the false fair friends
    and the boths and
    neithers -- you must let them go they
    were born
    to go

    let all go -- the
    big small middling
    tall bigger really
    the biggest and all
    things -- let all go
    dear
    so comes love”
    E.E. Cummings


  • #14
    Ernest Hemingway
    “It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.”
    Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises


  • #15
    George Harrison
    “If you don't know where you're going, any road'll take you there”
    George Harrison


  • #16
    Lewis Carroll
    “But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
    "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
    "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
    "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


  • #17
    Lewis Carroll
    “I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


  • #18
    Lewis Carroll
    “Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.'

    I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!”
    Lewis Carroll


  • #19
    Lewis Carroll
    “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
    "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
    "I don't much care where –"
    "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


  • #20
    Lewis Carroll
    “If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass


  • #21
    Lewis Carroll
    “Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.”
    Lewis Carroll


  • #22
    Lewis Carroll
    “The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass


  • #23
    Lewis Carroll
    “One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”
    Lewis Carroll


  • #24
    Lewis Carroll
    “I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass


  • #25
    Lewis Carroll
    “When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’

    ’The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’

    ’The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all.”
    Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass


  • #26
    Lewis Carroll
    “Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.”
    Lewis Carroll


  • #27
    Lewis Carroll
    “No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass


  • #28
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E.E. Cummings


  • #29
    E.E. Cummings
    “Lovers alone wear sunlight.”
    E.E. Cummings


  • #30
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.”
    E.E. Cummings




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