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[Sunday Reveries is tentatively back in business! The mods were busier than ever and an unannounced hiatus was called for. The prompt comm is back to those that might be in need of prompts. Apologies for the lack of updating.]
1. I wish I had a roof over my bed to pull down on my head when I feel damned by wanting you so much it looks like need.
--Marilyn Hacker
2. Each year, I think, the cries of the dead retreat, become smaller, small. Now your nearness is far and sometimes I sense you’re hardly there at all.
--Daniel Abse
3. I'm sorry all the kisses I scrawled on your neck were written in disappearing ink.
--Jeffrey McDaniel
4. You gave me a letter opener made of silver. Real letters aren't opened that way; they're torn open, torn.
--Yehuda Amichai
5. In the morning, I am all I ever want to be: rain and laughter, bare footprints and invisible seams, always without breath or definition. I claim every single dawn, for yesterday is simply what I was, and tomorrow even that will be gone.
--Staceyann Chin
6. It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey.
--Wendell Berry
7. Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
--Karen Finneyfrock
8. The problem is how to look intelligent with our mouths agape, how to be delighted, not stupefied when the caterpillar shrugs and becomes a butterfly. It's on a clear surface we can best see the signs point many ways. God knows nothing we don't know. We gave him every word he ever said.
--Stephen Dunn
9. I have lived my own way. I am not answerable to anybody. When you live according to somebody else you are always confused, and answerable to them; always trying to fulfill their expectations. I don't expect anything from anybody, nor do I want anybody to expect from me. Freedom is my slogan.
~Notes of a Madman
10. Oh, I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?
--Friends
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1. I wish I had a roof over my bed to pull down on my head when I feel damned by wanting you so much it looks like need.
--Marilyn Hacker
2. Each year, I think, the cries of the dead retreat, become smaller, small. Now your nearness is far and sometimes I sense you’re hardly there at all.
--Daniel Abse
3. I'm sorry all the kisses I scrawled on your neck were written in disappearing ink.
--Jeffrey McDaniel
4. You gave me a letter opener made of silver. Real letters aren't opened that way; they're torn open, torn.
--Yehuda Amichai
5. In the morning, I am all I ever want to be: rain and laughter, bare footprints and invisible seams, always without breath or definition. I claim every single dawn, for yesterday is simply what I was, and tomorrow even that will be gone.
--Staceyann Chin
6. It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey.
--Wendell Berry
7. Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
--Karen Finneyfrock
8. The problem is how to look intelligent with our mouths agape, how to be delighted, not stupefied when the caterpillar shrugs and becomes a butterfly. It's on a clear surface we can best see the signs point many ways. God knows nothing we don't know. We gave him every word he ever said.
--Stephen Dunn
9. I have lived my own way. I am not answerable to anybody. When you live according to somebody else you are always confused, and answerable to them; always trying to fulfill their expectations. I don't expect anything from anybody, nor do I want anybody to expect from me. Freedom is my slogan.
~Notes of a Madman
10. Oh, I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife?
--Friends
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