Bakeneko’s Edited Quotes

Tell me what you were thinkin’
to treat somebody so
The care he took the
lengths to which he’d go…
…Coals are hot to walk
across without your shoes.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

Of all the systems of religion that ever were invented, there is none more derogatory to the Almighty, more unedifying to man, more repugnant to reason, and more contradictory in itself, than this thing called Christianity. Too absurd for belief, too impossible to convince, and too inconsistent for practice, it renders the heart torpid, or produces only atheists and fanatics.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one’s self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armour.

Love chooses you. The shadow moves as the sun commands.

So many people were shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for insects as well as for the stars. Human beings, vegetables or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to human beings because this is connected to thought.

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it - it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

Is there no way out of the mind?

I don't just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,
everywher e.

I applauded when reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love.

Along red network of his veins
What fires run, what craving wakes?

True love is an act of total surrender.

This, then, is the mark of the man, the beard.
By this, he is seen to be a man.
It is older than Eve.
It is the token of the superior nature...
It is therefore unholy to desecrate the symbol of manhood, hairiness.

If you can not be a poet... be the poem.

Ready must thou be to burn thyself in thine own flame;
how couldst thou become new if thou have not first become ashes!