Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to
remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is
never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, Although
his heighth be taken.
Love's not times fool, though rosy lips
and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours
and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of
doom.

William Shakespeare

I am here, watching, listening,
with half of my soul at sea and half of my soul on land,
and with both halves of my soul I watch the world.

From Pablo Neruda's "Sexual Water"

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no
finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no
throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

From Pablo Neruda's "Solo La Muerte- Nothing But Death"