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  • #1
    W.B. Yeats
    “For he would be thinking of love
    Till the stars had run away
    And the shadows eaten the moon.”
    W.B. Yeats, Selected Poems and Four Plays

  • #2
    W.B. Yeats
    “Hearts are not to be had as a gift, hearts are to be earned.”
    W.B. Yeats
    tags: love

  • #3
    W.B. Yeats
    “I went out to the hazel wood
    because a fire was in my head
    cut and peeled a hazel wand
    and hooked a berry to a thread
    and when white moths were on the wing
    and moth-like stars were flickering out
    I dropped the berry in a stream,
    and caught a little silver trout....


    (Song of Wandering Aengus)”
    W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #4
    W.B. Yeats
    “In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
    Bodies of holy men and women exude
    Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
    But under heavy loads of trampled clay
    Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
    Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet
    ("Oil and Blood")”
    W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #5
    W.B. Yeats
    “On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter. This night they dance with the ghosts, and the pooka is abroad, and witches make their spells, and girls set a table with food in the name of the devil, that the fetch of their future lover may come through the window and eat of the food. After November Eve the blackberries are no longer wholesome, for the pooka has spoiled them.”
    W.B. Yeats, Irish Fairy and Folk Tales

  • #6
    W.B. Yeats
    “For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance.”
    W.B. Yeats

  • #7
    Jack Kerouac
    “The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll

  • #8
    Alfred Tennyson
    “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
    Alfred Tennyson

  • #9
    Jane Austen
    “There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #10
    C.S. Lewis
    “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

  • #11
    E.B. White
    “Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
    E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

  • #12
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I'll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.”
    Rumi

  • #13
    Abraham Lincoln
    “Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?”
    Abraham Lincoln

  • #14
    Stephen  King
    “Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
    Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption

  • #15
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #16
    Richard Bach
    “Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?”
    Richard Bach

  • #17
    Aristotle
    “Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.”
    Aristotle

  • #18
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #19
    E.B. White
    “It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.”
    E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

  • #20
    Aristotle
    “A friend to all is a friend to none.”
    Aristotle

  • #21
    A.A. Milne
    “I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh.
    "I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
    A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #22
    Rudyard Kipling
    “One man in a thousand, Solomon says.
    Will stick more close than a brother.
    And it's worth while seeking him half your days
    If you find him before the other.
    ---The Thousandth Man”
    Rudyard Kipling

  • #23
    Shannon L. Alder
    “True regret is knowing you missed your only opportunity to be simply a good friend to someone that was exactly like you.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #24
    A.A. Milne
    “It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?”
    A. A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

  • #25
    Eleanor Roosevelt
    “Once I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: "No good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.”
    Eleanor Roosevelt

  • #26
    Toni Morrison
    “Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.”
    Toni Morrison, Jazz

  • #27
    William Shakespeare
    “I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
    Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
    Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
    With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #28
    G.K. Chesterton
    “If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?”
    G.K. Chesterton

  • #29
    J. Bradley
    “I wanted to write “stay”
    on your sides, surround
    your bed with oceans
    of salt.
    I hope he folds you
    into a fox, loves you
    like a splintered arrow,
    brandishes the kill
    of your lips.
    May the bouquet
    of your hips wither.
    May the wolves
    forget your name.”
    J. Bradley

  • #30
    Oscar Wilde
    “Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Critic As Artist: With Some Remarks on the Importance of Doing Nothing and Discussing Everything



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