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Love demands expression

E. A. Able — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 09:47:16 +0000

It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid. It is no conservationist love. It is a big game hunter and you are...

Love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

E. A. Able — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:32:06 +0000

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; and equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need...

What bitter wrong can the earth do to us, that we should not long be here contented?

E. A. Able — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:00:07 +0000

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point...

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

E. A. Able — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:51:44 +0000

...God set between His After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing world a melody that floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes...

Writing Prompt – February 7, 2010

E. A. Able — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 17:54:07 +0000

QuoteSnack offers fresh quotes daily, attributed and linked to a confirmed, published source. In addition, I’ll sometimes post a writing prompt with simple instructions. The next post will be a quote that has something to do with the prompt, so you can take a peek at differences or similarities in how someone else [...]

If your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches!

E. A. Able — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 07:55:06 +0000

Buttercup said, "Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?"

He couldn’t believe it. "Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were..."

The sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea; what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

E. A. Able — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 15:00:41 +0000

The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single;

My love is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June

E. A. Able — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 06:50:05 +0000

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass...

The cypress stood up like a church, that night we felt our love would hold

E. A. Able — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 13:55:25 +0000

And saintly moonlight seemed to search
And wash the whole world clean as gold;
The olives crystallized the vales'
Broad slopes until the hills grew strong:
The fireflies and the nightingales...

Say what you have to say, not what you ought

E. A. Able — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 07:00:00 +0000

No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well. For the most part, we are not where we are, but in a false position. Through an infirmity of our natures, we suppose a case, and put...