“You come all flowers & new moon, quick to wrap me in your pent-up tides, in your stormy clouds, in your confused fragrances which I begin to recognize one by one.”

“Si me quieres, quiéreme entera,no por zonas de luz y sombra…Si me quieres, quiéreme negray blanca. Y gris, y verde y rubia,y morena…Quiéreme día,quiéreme noche…¡Y madrugada en la ventana abierta!…Si me quieres, no me recortes:¡Quiéreme toda… O no me quieras!”

“Cuando vayamos al maryo te diré mi secreto:Me envuelve, pero no es ola...Me amarga..., pero no es sal...”

“Eché mi esperanza al mar:y aún fue en el mar, mi esperanza verde-mar...”

“All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.”

“And isn't the whole world yours? For how often you set it on fire with your love and saw it blaze and burn up and secretly replaced it with another world while everyone slept. You felt in such complete harmony with God, when every morning you asked him for a new earth, so that all the ones he had made could have their turn. You thought it would be shabby to save them and repair them; you used them up and held out your hands, again and again, for more world. For your love was equal to everything.”

“One of the effects of being crazily, obsessively in love is that it dulls your senses, your capacity for perception, till you no longer notice what is happening around you.”