If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
The heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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