01. | In those years, people will say, we lost track of the meaning of we, of you, we found ourselves reduced to I | 06. | It was not meant to last forever in the real world. But why admit that, when you can go on doing what you always do | 11. | and i did unforgivable things and you perfected a certain cruelty and when the end came screaming at us we fed it fresh, new years our best years, our prime of life years | 16. | I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. | 21. | When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I'm picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread in the bus on my shoes? Will it come like a change in the weather? Will its greeting be courteous or rough? Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love. | 26. | It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. |
02. | There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy | 07. | And along a long street's majestic emptiness under the moon: one hand on the angel's shoulder, one feeling the air before him, eyes open but fixed... | 12. | O' God it's wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much | 17. | forgive me if i laugh you are so sure of love you are so young and i too old to learn of love. | 22. | We two form a multitude | 27. | What use are books to me When in you it is possible to read The Gospel of my life on earth And still beyond, of things to come? |
03. | We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. | 08. | The Thing Is to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. | 13. | The stain of love Is upon the world. | 18. | I chose to do something with my life that I knew I could fail at. I spent my whole life walking and hid such colorful wings. | 23. | you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? | 28. | I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell, but just coming to the end of his triumph. |
04. | Yet the weeks are short The months go racing by And the years have wings. | 09. | the wave of a life darker than my life before me sped, and I, larger than I was, grown dark as the shoreless depth, arose from myself, shaking the last light of the sun from me. | 14. | I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes - I wonder if It weighs like Mine - Or has an Easier size. | 19. | Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? | 24. | There has been a key for every lock you’ve picked & when you picked the locks the keys lost all their weight. | 29. | Well-- all things turn bitter in the end whether you choose the right or the left way and-- dreams are not a bad thing. |
05. | She might be an everyday sort of brave, And possess no want or need to be saved, Examined, and pitied by the likes of me | 10. | they give me pain, so I live with pain, they give me hate, so I live with my hate, they have changed me, and I am not the same man | 15. | There are a hundred places where I fear To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him! | 20. | After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, And company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, And presents aren't promises... | 25. | Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will. | 30. | Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions |