And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
– Sylvia Plath –
I find this fits, with this.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
–Plato
Wow. This. I love your quote, Dave. Yes, a perfect fit. If we could all find that lover who brings the singing poet out in our souls… what a different world we’d live in.
ps: It also reminds me of that great Paul Coelho quote I used on my “complete the dance” post.:)