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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
It seems to me that it's every man's obligation to make what contribution he can. You live each day as best you can. That,… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“How can we be sure of anything the tide changes. The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterday blows down the tress tomorrow. And the sea sends sailors crashing on the rocks, as easily as it guides them safely home. I love the sea but it doesn't make me less afraid of it I love you but I'm not… — Rod McKuen Copy Share
I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“I have fallen in love with the world And I am aware that I have chosen the most dangerous lover of them all.” — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction. — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.” — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
I can't understand people who give up and commit suicide. If I have a bad day, I figure tomorrow will be better. And even… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
“I went back to look for you. Not understanding the language of hello, I thought I’d speak it just the same.” — Rod Mckuen Copy Share Image
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… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
