It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive. Rod McKuen More Quotes by Rod McKuen More Quotes From Rod McKuen Strangers are just friends waiting to happen Rod McKuen strangers-and-friends real-friends friendship I've been going a long time now along the way I've learned some things. You have to make the good times yourself take the little times and make them into big times and save the times that are all right for the ones that aren't so good. Rod McKuen littles long way May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God. Rod McKuen heart long hands We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening. Rod McKuen solitude morning long Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you. Rod McKuen care ends feels Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it. Rod McKuen cat pet sleep Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please. Rod McKuen gentle-touch voice eye No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land. Rod McKuen land love-is mean Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable. Rod McKuen definitions dying made The journey back is always longer than the forward run. Rod McKuen journey running I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them, a need for security. Maybe I'm alone more often than I should be, because I try to find security within myself. Rod McKuen solitude trying people Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye. Rod McKuen eye love-is sweet The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them. Rod McKuen injustice accepting giving I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters. Rod McKuen broken-heart sunday memories Extending your hand is extending yourself. Rod McKuen extending-yourself humble hands I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home. Rod McKuen shadow solitude home If you love somebody, tell them. Rod McKuen ifs heart love There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving. Rod McKuen being-loved misery There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces. Rod McKuen faces way and if the world breaks down, I'll be around. Rod McKuen breaking-down break world
