I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I’m drowning...– Warm Bodies, Isaac Marion
"If Seasons Were Boyfriends" by Ryan O'Connell
The Summer Boyfriend The Summer Boyfriend is easy breezy. You can find him on a fire escape at someone’s house party, smoking cigarettes and clutching a sangria. He is the definition of someone you don’t want when the weather gets cold but he’s perfect for the warmer temperatures. You envision him on a beach with the sand in his toes. You see him shirtless and drinking margaritas on a rooftop....
All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of...– The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac: The Writings in Prose and Verse of Eugene Field, Eugene Field
that night I told you to be careful / in the way I could not be careful...– “On the Inside”, the realm of possibility, David Levithan
Fine writing has as its distinction a magnificent power to penetrate. It can...– Living by Fiction, Annie Dillard
To sum it all up, if you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the...– “How to Be Madder than Captain Ahab”, Ray Bradbury
"If I Could Tell You"
Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be told, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The...
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? - Langston Hughes
Stay gold.– Johnny, The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost
Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world’s eyes As though they’d wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there’s more enterprise In walking naked. - William Butler Yeats
It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn’t know inside me.– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
I love life—that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of...– The Fall, Albert Camus
Skills can be taught. Character you either have or you don’t have.– Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly, Anthony Bourdain
You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite...– The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...– e. e. cummings