{"quotes":[{"text":"Love encompasses so much, reaches so far, and heals so deeply, that any attempt to describe it, no matter how poetic, only dilutes it.","author":"Steve Maraboli","tags":["dilutes","heals","love","poetic","relationships","soul-mates","true-love"],"id":416,"author_id":"Steve+Maraboli"},{"text":"One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.","author":"Morris West","tags":["courage","darkness","doubt","inspirational","knowing","life","living-life-to-the-fullest","poetic","risk"],"id":5553,"author_id":"Morris+West"},{"text":"I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....By a mere kiss.","author":"Sanober Khan","tags":["dreamy","fog","kiss","life","mingle","mist","mountains","night","night-time","poetic","poetry","poetry","rain","rainy","sweet","tender"],"id":9962,"author_id":"Sanober+Khan"},{"text":"REVENGE is a kind of wild justice; which the more man’s nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.","author":"Francis Bacon","tags":["accurate","essays","poetic","revenge"],"id":22764,"author_id":"Francis+Bacon"},{"text":"Poetry purrs like a kitten on the tip of our tongue. Each word fluidly floating from our lips, like little crystalline snowflakes, before settling onto an emotional wonderland of forgotten feelings. It has the power to pull our deepest emotions to the surface of consciousness and to serenade our soul with the haunting melody of a self, lost... And finally found.","author":"Jaeda DeWalt","tags":["emotional-wonderland","haunting-melody-of-self","inspirational","jaeda-dewalt","poetic","poetry","poetry-purrs-like-a-kitten","serenade-our-soul"],"id":40701,"author_id":"Jaeda+DeWalt"},{"text":"‎Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...The same room with her...","author":"J. Ruth Gendler","tags":["night","pleasure","poetic","ruth-gendler"],"id":45227,"author_id":"J.+Ruth+Gendler"},{"text":"That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.","author":"Nicholas Sparks","tags":["love","poetic","poetry","romance","romantic"],"id":46722,"author_id":"Nicholas+Sparks"},{"text":"In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.","author":"Martine Leavitt","tags":["beautiful","poetic"],"id":50888,"author_id":"Martine+Leavitt"},{"text":"Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.","author":"Sanober Khan","tags":["breathe","breeze","eyes","indian-","life","live-in-the-moment","midnight","night-sky","poetic","poetry","poetry","savor-the-moment","starry-night","twirl"],"id":56420,"author_id":"Sanober+Khan"},{"text":"5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn’t get much easier.","author":"Charlotte Eriksson","tags":["alone","cigarette","cigarettes","midnight","poetic","poetry","smoke","smoking","writers"],"id":58671,"author_id":"Charlotte+Eriksson"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":167,"pages":17,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}