Even without wars, life is dangerous.
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.
Need is not quite belief.
Death's in the good-bye.
I came over and she told me she was planning to admit herself the next day, ... I was kind of taken aback. I asked her if she wanted to reschedule, but she didn't want to. She wanted the company. Or maybe the hospital didn't take admissions on Sundays.
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by
In a dream you are never eighty.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
I cannot promise very much.I give you the images I know.Lie still with me and watch.We laugh and we touch.I promise you love. Time will not take that away.
God owns heaven but He craves the earth.
My dear it was a momentto clutch at for a momentso that you may beleve in itand believing is the act of love, I think,even in the telling wherever it went.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
Live or die, but don't poison everything.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories