“You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.” – Amy Lowell

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“Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.”
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“I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.”
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“Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.”
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