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On me your voice falls as they say love should,
Like an enormous yes.
---Philip Larkin
Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain.
---John Keats
Or is it just the past? Those flowers, that gate, These misty parks and motors, lacerate
Simply by being over; you
Contract my heart by looking out of date.
---Philip Larkin
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back
----Philip Larkin
— In short, I seldom read except to amuse myself — & I am almost always reading —
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Collected Letters
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
----William Wordsworth
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
----Philip Larkin, High Windows
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks
To murder men and gie God thanks
Desist for shame, proceed no further
God won't accept your thanks for murder.
---Robert Burns
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?
----William Wordsworth
Since the majority of me
Rejects the majority of you,
Debating ends forthwith, and we
Divide.
---Philip Larkin
No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is deficient in a sense of humor.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-peopled air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence:
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.
---Philip Larkin
To most men, experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illumine only the track it has passed.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
At this unique distance from isolation it becomes still more difficult to find words at once true and kind, or not untrue and not unkind.
----Philip Larkin
I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.
---Philip Larkin
What 'twas weak to do
'Tis weaker to lament, once being done.
----Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Cenci
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
---Philip Larkin
Oh would some power the giftie gie us, To see ourselves as others see us.
---Robert Burns
Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.
--+Philip Larkin
Silence does not always mark wisdom.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.
---John Milton