Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large – I contain multitudes.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
The earth laughs in flowers.