Nicole

“Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.”
― Juan Ramón Jiménez, Time and Space: A Poetic Autobiography

“She connected her phone with his car stereo. "Now. Is this your opinion of proper road-trip music?"
A few seconds later, the dulcet tones of Cardi B came rolling out of his speakers. He grinned.”
― Jasmine Guillory

“A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
― E.E. Cummings, E. E. Cummings: A Miscellany Revised

“Look at a tree, how calm, lovely and beautiful she is. She is always meditating for the love of the sun.”
― Debasish Mridha