If we are all made of atoms,

 then we each carry in us the potential to become atom bombs.

Our shamefaced concern

for the opinion of our friends.

- Alan Moore, 'The Birth Caul'

We don’t have love,

we have pain. 

With everyone on board

 we can only sink faster.

For the ear tests words

as the tongue tastes food.

- The Book of Job

No one leaves home

unless home is the mouth of a shark.

Warsan Shire, “Home”

As I ride out into the wide open spaces

Where a cloud and her shadow
Are the main characters
Lost somewhere deep in my memories,
Night is with day.

- Henry Real Bird, Night and day

Design in nature is but a concatenation of accidents,

culled by natural selection until the result is so beautiful or effective as to seem a miracle of purpose. 

- Michael Pollan, but quoted by Chris Lord/Phil Miller

And this felt good to Cora,

the way it felt good to tongue a canker sore.

- Erin Somers, Ten year affair

Our killer’s back again

and they care about us genuinely.

Identity itself

is configured as a condition to be uncovered rather than articulated or expressed.

- Isabel Munson, Mirror of your mind

God in his heaven

 and us in our hell.

The greedy and the generous have the same end.

The dead know nothing of what we say to them; 
Still, in that silence let me write: dear friend.

- "Another Anniversary," Elaine Feinstein

When one individual inflicts bodily injury upon another such that death results,

we call the deed manslaughter; when the assailant knew in advance that the injury would be fatal, we call his deed murder. But when society places hundreds of proletarians in such a position that they inevitably meet a too early and an unnatural death, one which is quite as much a death by violence as that by the sword or bullet; when it deprives thousands of the necessaries of life, places them under conditions in which they cannot live – forces them, through the strong arm of the law, to remain in such conditions until that death ensues which is the inevitable consequence – knows that these thousands of victims must perish, and yet permits these conditions to remain, its deed is murder just as surely as the deed of the single individual; disguised, malicious murder, murder against which none can defend himself, which does not seem what it is, because no man sees the murderer, because the death of the victim seems a natural one, since the offence is more one of omission than of commission. But murder it remains. I have now to prove that society in England daily and hourly commits what the working-men's organs, with perfect correctness, characterise as social murder, that it has placed the workers under conditions in which they can neither retain health nor live long; that it undermines the vital force of these workers gradually, little by little, and so hurries them to the grave before their time. I have further to prove that society knows how injurious such conditions are to the health and the life of the workers, and yet does nothing to improve these conditions. That it knows the consequences of its deeds; that its act is, therefore, not mere manslaughter, but murder… 

- Friedrich Engels