Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Und mitten im Leben sind wir vom Tode umgeben
And in the midth of life we are surrounded by death.
Rqainer Maria Rilke

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.Your children are not your children.
Not a poem by the first part of Kahlil Gibran's profound writing "on children"

Listening to you, I get the music
Gazing at you, I get the heat
Following you, I climb the mountain
I get excitement at your feet!

oh karma darma pudding and pie
gimme a break before i die.

applebaum--i think.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

From Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken

Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door

My heart's in the Highlands
My heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands
A chasin the deer.
(Robert Burns)

Shakespeare sonnet 116 (Not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments).......the lines “love is not love; which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark; that looks on tempests and is never shaken”. I have always loved these particular few lines.

"Another thing tormented me in those days: the fact that no one was like me, and I was like no one else. I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody. And I worried about it."
   
--Dostoesvsky – Notes From Underground

'My name is Ozymandius, King of Kings ...Look upon my works ye mighty and despair!!!!' Shelley

"& still we putter on in our leaky little boat
halfway there, halfway there." -Jong

I love this passage. Alone, Lillian is walking north in the Yukon of Alaska in 1926.

"Lillian is making almost 20 miles a day, although it's hard to keep track. These blisters take as much of her attention as the wild animals, the staggering physical beauty. She says to herself a dozen times a day: Remember this."

From the wonderful novel "Away" by Amy Bloom.