I followed you in, under the sighing, restless trees and my whole life vanished.
Carol Ann Duffy: Forest.

Só procuro penumbra, sossêgo, tempo, ócio e inspiração...

João Guimarães Rosa.

If just once you’d told me the things you never said.

My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë: Wuthering Heights.

I wish you were the night so that I could love you in the shadows.
Guillaume Apollinaire.

If I know what love is, it is because of you.

Who, being loved, is poor?
Oscar Wilde.

A person is afraid only when he isn't at one with himself.
Herman Hesse: Demian.

You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence, and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters; the place where you are not.