Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.

The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.

I feel the pain—everywhere.

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.

You can't hit a target you cannot see, and you cannot see a target you do not have.

I have been so long masterthat I would be master still, or at least that none othershould be master of me.

Government has no other end, but the preservation of property.

Seeking to know is too often learning to doubt

Yeah, apparently chasing a bus uses different muscles than sitting and eating.

We must do the thing we must Before the thing we may; We are unfit for any trust Till we can and do obey.

I can tell you I didn't feel good when I could not articulate properly. Getting my GED was important and I want other women to feel that.

Out of many evils the evil which is least is the least of evils. [Lat., E malis multis, malum, quod minimum est, id minimum est malum.]

Of all kinds of ambition, that which pursues poetical fame is the wildest

If there was no other motive in view [except] to have the privilege of reading over our journals and for our children to read, it would pay for the time spent in writing it.