Lovely Quotes

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M.F. Moonzajer
“Every morning when I wake up, I kiss her forehead as symbol of gratitude and appreciation and she repays me back with a lovely smile.”
M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

Charles Olson
“O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl— a bit like Crab Nebula— do for now.”
Charles Olson

Tessa Dare
“Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff.”
Tessa Dare

Iris Murdoch
“Well, you won't abandon me, will you."

"Don't be silly, Ludens, you are buckled to my heart.”
Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

Ben Orlin
“Reality is a lovely starting point, but the coolest destinations lie far beyond it.”
Ben Orlin, Math with Bad Drawings

Sameem ul Islam
“Life is an unforgettable journey. A journey where you plan things but the timings are planned by someone else. A journey where you set the goals but the day you achieve them are planned by the best of the planners. So we need to keep our dreams and passion alive. If they stay alive one day we will get them in the best of ways. Then when we will look back and search it will be revealed that every stupid move was a step forward, every tough time was a preparation and every delay was an attempt to fine tune the results.”
Sameem ul Islam, A Beautiful Witch: Survival - Part 1

Iris Murdoch
“I love you. I saw you that night in the garden, and I knew you were magic like in dreams.”
Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine

Sandra Newman
“It was night, and the sky spreading into a rain that fell like darkness visible, a glistering where there was no light.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

Steve Almond
“Isn’t there something you want to tell me, something filthy and lovely and true”
Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

Sandra Newman
“Outdoors; everything one might dream. The fairy-gray clouded sky and the fairy-green misted wood. Her tall horse shying at a sparkling brook. All dreams.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

Sandra Newman
“Then it cleared: farther down the hallway, a door had opened on a flourish of sunlight. Into the light stepped a youth, white and gold, a celestial apparition—the Earl of Southampton. His face was beardless still, the eyes pale blue and with the lashless look of redheads. His auburn tresses, artfully curled, fell almost to his elbows. He was six feet tall and lovely as a waterfall, as pretty as a flowering tree. White silk, white velvet, cloth of gold. A gold filigree earring in one ear. Emilia knew him from her days of attendance on the Queen: an uncanny, androgynous youth with the despotic pout of the beautiful, who can never be sufficiently loved.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

Sandra Newman
“Sweet wine from Spain and gossip from France; the sun in the windows dimmed, sorrowed prettily as the day declined, until the candles' light was mirrored in the glass. Their dabbling flames were like guesses at a feeling, the hearth's fire like the feeling itself. It was a beautiful pastime she had missed; hours that had stepped light-footed on Emilia's memory and passed on.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

Sandra Newman
“She was a candle in the night, a bright seed of heaven.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

Iris Murdoch
“. . . where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.”
Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

Alejandra Pizarnik
“With crystal chords I play love's very tune
In soft falling rain that allays my wound”
Alejandra Pizarnik, The Galloping Hour: French Poems

Sandra Newman
“. . . while the world became the something else of dreams, of books, of Kate.”
Sandra Newman, The Heavens

“Compromised by longing & looking for language

to note the differences in the map: the pointed spruces
tipped against the moon this time

& the water halflit, star-slid—but it makes no difference
in the telling.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

Millie Florence
“The trees were dappling again. They loved to dapple, it seemed to be their favorite pastime.”
Millie Florence, Lydia Green Of Mulberry Glen

Deborah Landau
“immaculate middle-of-the-night quiet


the late moony sadness
of the one specific mosquito

dear someone

you habituate me to the invisible
I exit through you not as myself”
Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

Deborah Landau
“we were at rest and breathing
away from lovely death”
Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

Deborah Landau
“welcome to the future

I have come into the aware
where the gilt edges are”
Deborah Landau, The Last Usable Hour

Mary Szybist
“I spent a long time falling
toward your slender, tremulous face—

a long time slipping through stars
as they shattered, through sticky clouds
with no confetti in them.”
Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems

Mary Szybist
“I only

dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you

murmuring into a crown. Antique queen,

the night dreams on:”
Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems

“you're the moon revolving round my earth
you light darkness off my soul,
and you're so beautiful to see,
you stole my breathe”
Victor Towoju

Ruth Stone
“The light air, the restless leaves;
the ripple of time warped by our longing.
There, as if we were painted
by some unknown impressionist.”
Ruth Stone, In the Next Galaxy

Joy Harjo
“But what captured him was a light in the river
folding open and open
blood, heart and stones
shimmering like the Milky Way.”
Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

Henry James
“The stale September days, in the huge half-empty town, had a charm wrapped in them as a coloured gem might be wrapped in a dusty cloth.”
Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

Debasish Mridha
“Look at a tree, how calm, lovely and beautiful she is. She is always meditating for the love of the sun.”
Debasish Mridha

Henry James
“The charm turned on them a face that was cold in its beauty, that was full of a poetry never to be theirs, that spoke, with an ironic smile, of a possible but forbidden life. It all rolled afresh over Milly: 'Oh, the impossible romance—!' The romance for her, yet once more, would be to sit there for ever, through all her time, as in a fortress; and the idea became an image of never going down, of remaining aloft in the divine, dustless air, where she would hear but the plash of the water against stone. The great floor on which they moved was at an altitude, and this prompted the rueful fancy. 'Ah, not to go down—never, never to go down!' she strangely sighed to her friend.”
Henry James, The Wings of the Dove

“Blaming someone for their mistake seem to be unkind, corrections could have be favoured.”
Daniel Oluwaseun