It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.
Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...
May came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
Life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
One's not half of two; two are halves of one.
She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
Twice I have lived forever in a smile
A wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
Since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
When man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because
Only by you my heart always moves.
His lips drink water but his heart drinks wine
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
We can never be born enough.
...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.
May I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
We are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis
Love is the whole and more than all.
Now the ears of my ears are awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
Great men burn bridges before they come to them
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Be of love(a little) More careful Than everything
Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms
Who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you
Love is the every only god
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air.
As small as a world and as large as alone For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
Love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
You shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.
That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.
Seeker Of Truth seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here
Your homecoming will be my homecoming
Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
It's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
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
-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
Feeling is first,
What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
Down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss infinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us
Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
The moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
I shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
The Symbol of all Art is the Prism. The goal is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism into the secret glories it contains.
One pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects
...A good Book, has no Ending...
Our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more
Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.