Marie

“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

“What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
― Melissa Cox

“If it comes, let it come. If it stays, let it stay. If it goes, let it go.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Two By Two