You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go
for whenever men are right they are not young