If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via observando)
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
—Raymond Carver, A New Path to the Waterfall (via observando)
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
—Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse (via observando)