‘ The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ’
Robert Frost
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still.
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye
- Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare
Good night, Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That i shall say good night till it be morrow
- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims,
ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun,
Never saw her match, since the world first begun
- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
Trying to undo the love I'm tied to,
Who haven't you LIED to ?
- Every lie, My darkest days
- lovers
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
"How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!"
The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
“Zendagi migzara,” he said. Life goes on.
But the way she was looking at Hassan, he might as well have been sitting on the throne at the Arg.
The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
I read in my poetry books that yelda was the starless night tormented lovers kept vigil, enduring the endless dark, waiting for the sun to rise and bring with it their loved one. After I met Soraya Taheri, every night of the week became a yelda for me.
The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
It was Homaira and me against the world. And I’ll tell you this, Amir jan: In the end, the world always wins.
The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.
- The kite runner, Khalid Hosseini
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
- Emily Dickinson
It's true, there is no use
I can't escape the thought of you!!
She greeted me like an old friend.
She'd been watching over me while I slept.
She lit my path with gentle white light, smiling at me as if to say...
Welcome home.
“it was a cry / meant for no one / but the moon—”
Sujata Bhatt, from “The Langur Coloured Night”, Collected Poems
“What color is this blowing autumn wind, that it can stain my body with its touch?”
Izumi Shikibu, from The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems