Quotes by Poets - Page 103

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.
Dejan Stojanovic
If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place be in hell.
Jorge Luis Borges
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.
Sarah Kay
Take charge of your life! The tides do not command the ship. The sailor does.
Ogwo David Emenike
Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of human intelligence to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.
Alfred de Musset
The very idea of a library for me is bound to my mother and father and includes the history of my own metamorphosis through books, fictions that are no less part of me than much of my own history.
Siri Hustvedt
Now he haunts me seldom: some fierce umbilical is broken,I live with my own fragile hopes and sudden rising despair.Now I do not weep for my sins; I have learned to love themAnd to know that they are the wounds that make love real.His face illudes me; his voice, with its pity, does not ring in my ear.His maxims memorized in boyhood do not make fruitless and pointless my experience.I walk alone, but not so terrified as when he held my hand.I do not splash in the blood of his sonnor hear the crunch of nails or thorns piercing protesting flesh.I am a boy again--I whose boyhood was turned to manhood in a brutal myth.Now wine is only wine with drops that do not taste of blood.The bread I eat has too much pride for transubstantiation,I, too--and together the bread and I embrace,Each grateful to be what we are, each loving from our own reality.
James Kavanaugh
There is a passion for perfection which you rarely see fully developed but... in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.
Bliss Carman
I'm not the first or the lastto stand on a hillock,watching the man she marriedprove to the worldhe's a total, utter, absolute, Grade A pi
Carol Ann Duffy
I once had a mind of quicksand,That dragged ideas into its depths,Inhaling specks of sunlight,Every time I drew a breath,But the world thought me a hazard,When every word I spoke, I meant,So around me they put caution tape,And filled me with cement.
Erin Hanson
The path to paradise begins in hell.
Dante Alighieri
Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Homer
Freedom is an idea that no tyrant will ever crush.
Laurence Overmire
Sometimes it takes a lowly, title-less man to humble the world. Kings, rulers, CEOs, judges, doctors, pastors, they are already expected to be greater and wiser.
Criss Jami
Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
Shah Asad Rizvi
Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.
Luke Davies
Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.
Antonio Machado
The forecast iswe kiss goodbye and never helloall kisses are then parting kisses
Saul Williams
Had there been no sun, life would have found some other means of illuminating the world. It is odd that we give the sun so much importance.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
The course of true love never did run smooth said by lysander
William Shakespeare
Life is a bliss only if you carefully understand it.
Santosh Kalwar
About anyone so great as Shakespeare, it is probable that we can never be right; and if we can never be right, it is better that we should from time to time change our way of being wrong.
T.S Eliot
To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be the standard thing. Imagine, stripping a woman down, and she has a body like a little submarine. With periscope, propellers, torpedoes. That would be the one for me. I'd marry her right off and be faithful to the end.
Charles Bukowski
Ah, does my princess now want what I offer?
Sai Marie Johnson
Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.
Lenore Kandel
Good people turn to love, courage and kindness in times of crisis, not hate, fear and cruelty.
Laurence Overmire
It is only when I dally with what I am about look back and aside instead of keeping my eyes straight forward that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.
Sir Walter Scott
This is a work of memory -- facts have been altered. Names have been changed.
Lavinia Greenlaw
The I you know isn’t me, you said, truthtelling liarMy roots are not my chainsAnd I to you:   Whose hands have grownthrough mine?   Owl-voiced I cried then:   Who?But yours was the one, the only eye assumedDid we turn each other into liars?holding hands with each others’ chains?
Adrienne Rich
Where had I heard this wind beforeChange like this to a deeper roar?What would it take my standing there for,Holding open a restive door,Looking down hill to a frothy shore?Summer was past and day was past.Somber clouds in the west were massed.Out in the porch's sagging floor,leaves got up in a coil and hissed,Blindly struck at my knee and missed.Something sinister in the toneTold me my secret must be known:Word I was in the house aloneSomehow must have gotten abroad,Word I was in my life alone,Word I had no one left but God.
Robert Frost
Woe to that seven months abortion who thinks to take advantage of the accidents of birth, and, mocking the call of duty, sneaks off to stare at a wall in China!
Aleister Crowley
The slate black sky. The middle stepof the back porch. And long agomy mother's necklace, the beadsrolling north and south. Brokenthe rose stem, water into drops, glassknob on the bedroom door. Last summer'spot of parsley and mint, white rootsshooting like streamers through the cracks.Years ago the cat's tail, the bird bath,the car hood's rusted latch. Brokenlittle finger on my right hand at birth--I was pulled out too fast. What hasn''tbeen rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night skyinto stars, the stars into patternsI make up as I trace themwith a broken-off bladeof grass. Possible, unthinkable,the cricket's tiny back as I lieon the lawn in the dark, my harta blue cup fallen from someone's hands.
Dorianne Laux
Siddhartha considered the ways of the demon, and in that moment he struck.
Roger Zelazny
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Emily Dickinson
Sleep: The golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Thomas Dekker
Write in the morning, revise in the afternoon, read at night, and spend the rest of your time exercising your diplomacy, stealth, and charm.
Roberto Bolaño
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
Thomas Osbert Mordaunt
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning, but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for reply,And in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that not againWill turn to me at midnight with a cry.Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:I cannot say what loves have come and gone,I only know that summer sang in meA little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Pretentiousness isn't always just big words and meaningless jargon, but also pretty words that either when put into action don't mean beans or hurt you in the long run. Oftentimes, the former appeals to the intellect whereas the latter appeals to the heart.
Criss Jami
And what of the dead? They lie without shoesin the stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuseto be blessed, throat, eye and knucklebone.
Anne Sexton
And as light as the rain seems, it still rains down on you.
Claudia Rankine
I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,And how, how rare and strange it is, to findIn a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,(For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!)To find a friend who has these qualities,Who has, and givesThose qualities upon which friendship lives.How much it means that I say this to you-Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!
T.S Eliot
O smile, going where? O upturned look:new, warm, receding surge of the heart--;alas, we are that surge. Does then the cosmic spacewe dissolve in taste of us? Do the angelsreclaim only what is theirs, their own outstreamed existence,or sometimes, by accident, does a bit of usget mixed in? Are we blended in their featureslike the slight vagueness that complicates the looksof pregnant women? Unnoticed by them in theirwhirling back into themselves? (How could they notice?)
Rainer Maria Rilke
It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us. [Italian: Necessita c'induce, e non diletto.]
Dante Alighieri
Great songs don't grow on trees, yet lots of songs have been written on great trees
Benny Bellamacina
Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!
Avijeet Das
The Creator favors the man who loves over the man who hates. If you teach hatred to your children, one day your child will have that hatred reflected back onto them, or onto you.
Suzy Kassem
Farsi Couplet:Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shudiTaakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegariEnglish Translation:I have become you, and you me,I am the body, you soul;So that no one can say hereafter,That you are someone, and me someone else.
Amir Khusrau
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.
Sylvia Plath
You say to me-ward's your affection's strong Pray love me little so you love me long.
Robert Herrick
Forget living a long life cause I don't see that happening with me living a life of misery, neglect, and pain. So I just want to die happy.
Jonathan Anthony Burkett
We practically always excuse things when we understand them
Mikhail Lermontov
They who lose today may win tomorrow.
Miguel de Cervantes
Pride is pride not because it hates being wrong, but because it loves being wrong: To hate being wrong is to change your opinion when you are proven wrong; whereas pride, even when proven wrong, decides to go on being wrong.
Criss Jami
Sin is man's, last attempt to perfection.
Anthony Liccione
Everyone once once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.
Rainer Maria Rilke
I had a moral tutor, but never saw him (the only words of his I remember are 'The three pleasures of life -drinking, smoking, and masturbation')
Philip Larkin
silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.
Jalaluddin Rumi