poetry wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding. --The Notebook --

he's looking in her eyes tonight, pretty soon he's going to recognize that the fire that they once had burning seems to fade, fade away in the night time. i know it wasn't right to lie, it's my fault i couldn't recognize that the words that you told me contradict contradiction what you did in the night time. turning a breakup into a break-over... we want women to know that as bad as it can be, it can also be an opportunity to reinvent yourself.

-- Greg Behrendt --

these are hard times.
the world hurts.
we live in fear and forget to walk with hope.
but hope has not forgotten you.
so ask it to dinner.
it's probably hungry & would appreciate the invitation.

-- Going Bovine by Libba Bray --

poetry wasn't written to be analyzed,

it was meant to inspire without reason,

to touch without understanding.

--The Notebook --

well, it was a million tiny things that when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together. and i knew it. i knew the very first time i touched her. it was like coming home, the only real home i'd ever known. i was just taking her hand to help her out of a car. it was like...magic.

-- sleepless in seattle --