Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.
Margaret Atwood, from âMushroomsâ
Donât ever let anyone else write your story for you.
Nick Carter, from Facing the Music And Living To Talk About It
In my end is my beginning.
T. S. Eliot, from âEast Cokerâ
âLet me stay a little longer in the sun.â
Winston Graham, from Demelza
Iâll love you forever,
Iâll like you for always,
As long as Iâm living
my baby youâll be.
Robert Munsch, from Love You Forever
Go wherever you can afford to go with whomever you can get to go with you.Â
Chelsea Handler, from Uganda Be Kidding Me
Stephen Dunn, from âLandscape and Soulâ
Youâll have to help yourself.Â
Lemony Snicket, from Shouldnât You Be in School?
But no one ever did ask.Â
[Indeed, there are infinite endings.]
Or perhaps, once one begins,
there are only endings.Â
Louise GlĂźck, from âFaithful and Virtuous Nightâ
At times I had the impression that the floor under my feet - the only surface I could count on - was trembling.Â
Elena Ferrante, from Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost, from âAcquainted with the Nightâ