🖋️ Poetry Quotes

So true a fool is love that in your will
(Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill.

But down he came. — Alas, how frail
Our best of hopes, how soon they fail!

And I was
Never sure
Whether you
Were the
Lighthouse or
The storm.

If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

The act of dying
is like hitch-hiking
into a strange town
late at night
where it is cold
and raining,
and you are alone
again.

Suddenly
all the street lamps
go out
and everything
becomes dark,
so dark
that even the buildings
are afraid
of one another.

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.