Quotes from Rod McKuen

Who is not a love seeker when December comes? Even children pray to Santa Claus.

Now is next to nothing compared to where I've been.

Looking back few friends had we but I've got him and he's got me. And when the golden minute comes when we no longer wake to smell the river where the wild swans sailed the orchard where the blossoms fell, we'll smile a little thinkin' of that. Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskers me and the cat.

I was rich in those days, for a week I had everything. I wish I'd known you then.

Crowded rooms and lonesome tunes and very little sky.

Thank you for the sun you brought this morning even though the sky was full of clouds.

I will not ask you where you have been tonight I'll only say hello and hope.

Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were.

I'm not the first man or the last who had a thirst to leave the past.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Always I glance both ways. Why chance missing love wherever she or he may lurk?

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.

I had a pet raccoon that took my tooth brush once, But only to another room.

I want to see the world within the circle of your arms and sail the wide sea of your thighs.

Did you think of party dresses and high school plays or hallways full of lovers not yet met?

Love is a sweet thing caught a moment and held in a golden eye.

Laws and machines are shaped to fit the classes.

I went back to look for you. Not understanding the language of hello, I thought I'd speak it just the same.

Ideas are few another might not come by soon.

Sometimes I think people were meant to be strangers.Not to get to know one another,not to get close enough to damage the heart made older by each new encounter.

Happy Christmas and I love your ears tomorrow we'll untie the package of another year. Twelve more months of summer if you stay winter if you go.

Fall down with me, for now.

And if you loved my face as much as you love Christmas, I'd be safe from year to year. The same anticipation that you hold for holidays would smother me and glad I'd be to die so loved.

You know, in a way, I wish I could hate a little more. It would make me a more rounded personality.