Quotes

Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know for truth

Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
--William Butler Yeats, “A Drinking Song”

To absent friends

Lost Loves

Old Gods
And the season of mists;
And may each and every one of us
Always give the devil his due.
--Neil Gaiman, Season of Mists

Love weakens as much as it strengthens, and often that’s very good for you.
--Harlan Ellison, Love Ain’t Nothing but Sex Misspelled

The mind is its own place,

            And in itself

Can make a heaven of hell,

            A hell of heaven.

--John Milton, Paradise Lost

He never spoke of it without contempt or thought of it without longing.

--Flannery O’Connor, “Everything that Rises Must Converge”