And I was green, greener than the hill

Where flowers grew and sun shone still

Now I’m darker than the deepest sea

Just hand me down, give me a place to be

But you stand there so nice,
in your blizzard of ice,

oh please let me come into the storm.

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts …

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

For most of us, there is only the unattended 

Moment, the moment in and out of time, 

The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, 

The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning 

Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply 

That it is not heard at all, but you are the music 

While the music lasts.

History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of 

whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering 

and unites it with the human sufferer.

I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am; 

Mælstrom of passions in that hidden sea 

Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me; 

And in small compass the dark waters cram.

You are gone

and I am with you:

this will never come again.

Look at the sky, but it's empty now;

look at the sea, it holds nothing but despair.

I raise my eyes, but my head stays bowed...

I look to my side, but you're not there.

Just take this longing from my tongue 

all the lonely things my hands have done. 

Let me see your beauty broken down 

like you would do for one your love.

No man was ever wise by chance.

The birds they sang

at the break of day.

"Start again"

I heard them say.

Don't dwell on what

has passed away

or what is yet to be.

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. 

Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the centre.

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you;

but if you really make them think they'll hate you.