266 Quotes About Poetry-love

But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever.

I still wantthe stars for youeven ifyou won't name them after me

People love to hate and hate to love

Hold my hand,and let me catch your paceEven if i'm last,you on first; we both won the race

كَأنْ تَكُونُ أكْثَر أنْواع الفَاكِهَةِ التِي تُحِبّهَا ،هِي النَّوعُ الوَحِيد الذِي يُسَبِّبُ لَك [الحَسَاسِيَّة] ..هُنَاكَ شَخْصٌ تَعشَقُهُ بلاَ مُبَرِّر ..وسَامَحتَهُ بلاَ مُقاومَة ،فَجَعَلت مِنه جَلاَّدَك ،وقَد كُنتَ تَعرِف هَذَا مُنذُ البدَاية ..لكِنّك تَواطَئتَ مَع نَفسِك تَكفِيرًا لذَنبك !

Drawn up on shore, our boats await the day.Under a dying moon the rapids gleam.The wind picks up, the lanterns toss and sway,And rain creeps gently down the moaning stream.Still falls the rain when morning gongs resound.The cliffs are green walls mounting to the dawn.Our boats push forth, the gray gulls wheel around-- And I am desolate, for you are gone.

In time, we found a common interest in poetry. He reads nothing else. Day in, day out. Never happier he is than when reading impassioned descriptions of hopeless agony or sundered hearts destroyed by wretchedness.

In the distance, a Benz motor sounds. A neon light wraps itself around the driver and the winter that beats in his heart. His heart stays cold. stays melting.

I hold you in my mouth, in the words that contain you, in the unsaid and the haunts, in all the forms your name.