The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

Don't be afraid of poetry.

When insulted by injustice, face it, stand up against it and demand your right and justice.

Books’ll be back, ” Esther-in-Unalaq predicts. “Wait till the power grids start failing in the 2030s and the datavats get erased. It’s not far away. The future looks a lot like the past.

The ocean here is weird. It's the wrong kind of blue.

Not bad for a bunch of castoffs and misfits.

You don't talk to a linguist without having what you say taken down and used in evidence against you at some point in time.

So much in life seems inflexible and unchangeable, and part of the joy of running and especially racing is the realization that improvement and progress can be achieved.

Five years of Republicans' failed energy policies have resulted in Americans paying twice as much at the pump as they did in 2001, while big oil companies make triple the profits.

Breathing can and should bring you into a ready-to-act condition instantly.