Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else ― means to ...
O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the micro...
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunda...
a pretty girl, who naked is is worth a million statues
i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday...
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because
for whenever men are right they are not young
For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,l...
something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, an...
trust your heart, if the seas catch fire, and live by love though the stars walk backward.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine
I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.
