
There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Never make a decision when you need to pee.

Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care

You go your way I'll go your way too

If you don't become the ocean, you'll be seasick every day.

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again

I have tried in my way to be free.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

My reputation as a ladies' man was a joke that caused me to laugh bitterly through the ten thousand nights I spent alone.

The older I get, the surer I am that I’m not running the show.

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

I have often prayed for you like this Let me have her

It doesn't matter what you do because it's going to happen anyway.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

I'm planning a catastrophe.

A kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.

A heavy burden lifted from my soul, I heard that love was out of my control.

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.

Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in places I used to play. And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on. I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

We are ugly but we have the music.

When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

Ah, grief makes us precise!

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

Your body will never be familiar.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

Friend, when you speak this carefully I know it is because you don't know what to say.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

You go to Heaven once you've been to Hell

Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed, Everybody knows that the war is over, Everybody knows the good guys lost.

And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's closing time.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

It’s a depressing habit you have of loving to sneeze and of eating apples as if they were juicier for you and being the first one to exclaim how good the movie is. You depress people. We like apples too.

Love is the only engine of survival

..you wanted to be the Superman who was never Clark Kent

I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me. When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

So much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos... So ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.

The sweetest little song: You go your way I'll go your way too!

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again.

I don't even hate books anymore.

Garages, barns and attics are always older than the buildings to which they are attached.

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

Everything has a crack in it; that's how the light gets in.

Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

Who could have foretold the heart grows old from touching others

I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's what sitting on your ass does to your face.

After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.

There's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

Well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.

My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed A trace of regret

I don't want to be a star, merely dying.

Games are nature's most beautiful creation

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.