Too often our lives are soiled to desperation by endings that in reality are magnificently outnumbered by beginnings. And unless we become convinced that an ending is always the birthplace of a beginn...
I had to start new, my ego told me that if past ever wanted me, I won't be calling it by that name.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
And the day inevitably comes when the scrapbook of summer, smeared with ice cream slurps and sweat stains, gives way to that new clean white notebook, spine unbroken, begging to be smudged with the en...
Love doesn't just sit there like a stone it has to be made like bread remade all the time made new.
I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it.
The American imagination has never been able to fully recover from its white-supremacist beginnings.
Man reaches the highest point of lovableness at 12 to 17 - to get it back in a second flowering at the age of 70 to 90.
Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable and praised when they are not praiseworthy.
I have learned not to worry about love but to honor its coming with all my heart.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Love is a madness if thwarted it develops fast.
I was born in the house my father built.
I believe in love but I don't sit around waiting for it.
I cannot fix on the hour or the spot or the look or the words which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet A choking gall...
Love is what happens to men and women who don't know each other.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.