If you love somebody, tell them.
— Rod McKuen
Laws and machines are shaped to fit the classes.
— Rod McKuen
Eternity sneaks in her arms full of wild promises. — Rod McKuen
and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.
— Rod McKuen
We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all. — Rod McKuen
Never fear being alone, because you never are.
— Rod McKuen
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
This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me. — Rod McKuen
Rod McKuen. One of his poems says somethingabout it not mattering who you love but the important thing is that you love, — Carolyn Brown
I had a pet raccoon that took my tooth brush once,But only to another room. — Rod McKuen
It's nice sometimesto open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It proves you're still alive. — Rod McKuen
These long years later it is worsefor I remember what it was
as well as what it might have been. — Rod McKuen
A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against. — Rod McKuen
I went back to look for you.Not understanding the language of hello,
I thought I'd speak it just the same. — Rod McKuen
To understand others you should get behind their eyes and walk down their spines. — Rod McKuen
I felt that some of my work was OK. If I could do it over, I'd do better. — Rod McKuen
I was tired. I peaked. I left when I was on top. One year, I did 280 concerts. — Rod McKuen
Strangers are just friends waiting to happen — Rod McKuen
Who is not a love seeker when December comes? Even children pray to Santa Claus. — Rod McKuen
Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know. — Rod McKuen
Now is next to nothing compared to where I've been. — Rod McKuen
Sorry no one could see how beautifully happy we were. — Rod McKuen
Always I glance both ways.Why chance missing love
wherever she or he may lurk? — Rod McKuen
The journey back is always longer than the forward run. — Rod McKuen
There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces. — Rod McKuen
I have fallen in love with the worldAnd I am aware that I have chosen
the most dangerous lover of them all. — Rod McKuen
I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair. — Rod McKuen
I want to see the world within the circle of your arms and sail the wide sea of your thighs. — Rod McKuen
The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them. — Rod McKuen
Poetry is fact given over to imagery. — Rod McKuen
If I could do it over, I'd do better. — Rod McKuen
You know, in a way, I wish I could hate a little more. It would make me a more rounded personality. — Rod McKuen
Thank you for the sun you brought this morningeven though the sky was full of clouds. — Rod McKuen
The world needs writers. We will always be necessary. There are few professions that can claim that distinction. — Rod McKuen
Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question. — Rod McKuen
I am not convinced the truth can make men free, but I believe it a beginning. — Rod McKuen
Theres no misery in not being loved,only in not loving — Rod McKuen
Did you think of party dressesand high school plays
or hallways full of lovers not yet met? — Rod McKuen
People are not born bastards. They have to work at it. — Rod McKuen
Extending your hand is extending yourself. — Rod McKuen
Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye. — Rod McKuen
I've come to terms with it, it knows I know. — Rod McKuen
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
I'm not the first man or the last who had a thirst to leave the past. — Rod McKuen
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. — Rod McKuen
