Rod Mckuen Quotes

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

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.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

For every star that falls to earth a new one glows. For every dream that fades away a new one grows. When things are not what they would seem you must keep following your dream.

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.

We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me.

Theres no misery in not being loved, only in not loving

I have fallen in love with the world And I am aware that I have chosen the most dangerous lover of them all.

and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.

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

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

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 always sure of what you are and how you feel.

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

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Eternity sneaks in her arms full of wild promises.

Only when we pause to wonder do we go beyond the limits of our little lives. —Rod McKuen

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

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

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.

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.

Rod McKuen

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.

Rod McKuen. One of his poems says something about it not mattering who you love but the important thing is that you love,

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.

Fall down with me, for now.

This is for the poor like me and the rich, those that cling to life because they want it... this is for the Greek and the Italian and the Negro, this is for the Indian and the Chinaman, this is for everyone, this is for the beloved, this is for the banished, the victor and the beaten and the homo, the second-story man, the mother-in-law and her daughter, the girl I held in my arms last night, this is for the wishless..." (Rod McKuen on his show for KROW)