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In the street, he turned west and walked against a tide of blank-eyed, gum-chewing faces. A taxi went over a manhole cover, clink-clank. Steam was rising from an excavation at the corner. The world was like a puzzle with half the pieces missing. What was the pont of all these drab buildings, this dirty sky? ↗

— Damon Knight

#onomatopoeia #prose-poetry #urban-life #life

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life. ↗

— D.A. Botta

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It is not good form to take a Trick out unless one is so firmly established as to be able to afford being associated with someone who might at any given moment write a poem in public. ↗

— Fran Lebowitz

#life

The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger. ↗

— R.L.S.

#quotes-to-define-my-life #life

We love the things we love for what they are. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #love

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

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As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love

Lovers alone wear sunlight. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1) ↗

— William Shakespeare

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Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

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