Quotes by Poets - Page 379

I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here.
Richelle E. Goodrich
bad breath and butt smell; that is prison, in a nutshell.
Raegan Butcher
After they had skated around the pond several times, my father asked my mother to marry him. I expect he did it awkwardly, but awkwardness in men was a sign of sincerity then.
Margaret Atwood
You came into my life like the rain to the parched desert!
Avijeet Das
The thing I want to write most is the next thing I write.
Carroll Bryant
A God-intoxicated man.
Novalis
Deceivers are the most hideous creatures in the world
Munia Khan
Maybe the world isn't enough, or maybe the distinction between the world and fiction is not so clear. Fiction is made from the stuff of the world, after all, which includes dreams and wishes and fantasies and memory. And it is never really made alone, but from the material between and among us: language.
Siri Hustvedt
You were born an original work of art. Stay original always. Originals cost more than imitations.
Suzy Kassem
Prison is like high school with knives.
Raegan Butcher
Never underestimate wisdom in silence, proof isn't always a mouthful of words.
Anthony Liccione
There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again
Munia Khan
When a fat person goes in the water naked, would it still be called skinny-dipping?
Anthony Liccione
Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
Maya Angelou
Have faith that your child's brain is an evolving planet that rotates at its own speed. It will naturally be attracted to or repel certain subjects.
Suzy Kassem
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
Kahlil Gibran
In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.
Maya Angelou
The facts that make the world real-- these depend on the unreal in order to be recognised by it.
Ingeborg Bachmann
This worship of Humanity, with its rituals of Liberty and Equality, always struck me as like being a revival of the ancient cults, in which animals were gods or the gods bore the heads of animals.
Pessoa
Each religion by the help of more or less myth which it takes more or less seriously proposes some method of fortifying the human soul and enabling it to make its peace with its destiny.
George Santayana
All creatures must learn that there exist predators. Without this knowing, a woman will be unable to negotiate safely within her own forest without being devoured. To understand the predator is to become a mature animal who is not vulnerable out of naivete, inexperience, or foolishness.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés
A voice is a human gift it should be cherished and used to utter as fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.
Margaret Atwood
Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.
Kamand Kojouri
I would guess, perhaps too optimistically, that nearly ever racist believes it is morally wrong to be racist. And since nearly every person thinks of themselves as being moral, then a racist must consciously and subconsciously employ tortured logic in order to explain away their racism--in order to believe themselves to be nonracist.
Sherman Alexie
I,' she began in her thoughts, as we all do when thinking of ourselves. But this I was her, something, someone whose life she really lived. She was this I, in body and soul, one with its very flesh, its memories, its past, present and future, all of which we seal into a single destiny each time we face ourselves and utter that tiny, unalterable word: 'I.
Dezső Kosztolányi
Is it a crime to want to be good? she cried
Luis Alberto Urrea
Everyone’s face is odd, because we only get one.
Benny Bellamacina
I come to a world of iron to make a world of gold.
Cervantes
Do you not hear the constant victory,in the human footraceof time, slow as fire,sure, and thick and Herculeanaccumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?
Pablo Neruda
It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.
Roman Payne
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.
Barbara Kingsolver
Thin ribbons of fear snake bluely through you like a system of rivers. We need a cloudburst or soothing landscape fast, to still this panic. Maybe a field of dracaena, or a vast stand of sugar pines—generous, gum-yielding trees—to fill our minds with vegetable wonder and keep dread at bay.
Amy Gerstler
I cannot combine some charactersdhcmrlchtdjwhich the divine Library has not foreseen and which in one of its secret tongues do not contain a terrible meaning. No one can articulate a syllable which is not filled with tenderness and fear, which is not, in one of these languages, the powerful name of a god. To speak is to fall into tautology.
Jorge Luis Borges
Stop counting your losses and start counting your blessings. Only then will you discover that losses are always easier to point out and count than blessings. And that your blessings will always outnumber your losses, for they are truly immeasurable.
Suzy Kassem
Let's burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend,under the witness of star-clouds,let us vow to reclaim our true selves.Done with hiding and weary of lying,we'll reconcile without and within.Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns,we'll greet the glorious birth of dawn;blinking at the blazing, wondrous colorswe somehow failed to notice before.
John Mark Green
The most complicated skill is to be simple.
Dejan Stojanovic
..........books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:
William Wordsworth
Patience and passage of time do more than strength and fury.
Jean de La Fontaine
Gabriel Oak: "It's time for you to fight your own battles... and win them too.
Thomas Hardy
A friend is a present you give to yourself.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Alexander Smith
The price for standing up for Truth, no matter how severe, will always be less than the price our souls will be penalized for not speaking up for our conscience. There is no greater crime in the universe than silencing your conscience.
Suzy Kassem
I moved out of my head office and went out of my mind.
Benny Bellamacina
Truth is unoriginal.
Kamand Kojouri
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't isTo meet an antique bookIn just the dress his century wore;A privilege, I think,His venerable hand to take,And warming in our own,A passage back, or two, to makeTo times when he was young.His quaint opinions to inspect,His knowledge to unfoldOn what concerns our mutual mind,The literature of old...
Emily Dickinson
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
William Wordsworth
The world was fucked up. It was hard to say how exactly, but we could feel it. There was injustice, lots of it, we saw it as a dull shape coming into focus.
Michelle Tea
Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once experienced the mystery, plenitude, contradiction, and composure of a work of art, we afterward have a built-in resistance to the slogans and propaganda of oversimplification that have often contributed to the destruction of human life. Poetry is a verbal means to a nonverbal source. It is a motion to no-motion, to the still point of contemplation and deep realization.
A.R. Ammons
He who for love hath undergone The worst that can befall Is happier thousandfold than one Who never loved at all.
Richard Monckton Milnes
When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.
Dejan Stojanovic
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
William Shakespeare
I've fixed my feelings into durable wordswhen they could have been spent on tenderness
Jorge Luis Borges
There is some consolation in the fact that even though your dreams don't come true neither do your nightmares.
Richard Armour
Progressing at a snail’s pace is still progress, and slow progress is better than no progress. Never be stagnant, and never give up.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house. They may allow us to temporarily beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.
Audre Lorde
I went to sit in the bus station and think this over. I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that’spractically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, ofcourse.
Jack Kerouac
An eternal question about children is, how should we educate them? Politicians and educators consider more school days in a year, more science and math, the use of computers and other technology in the classroom, more exams and tests, more certification for teachers, and less money for art. All of these responses come from the place where we want to make the child into the best adult possible, not in the ancient Greek sense of virtuous and wise, but in the sense of one who is an efficient part of the machinery of society. But on all these counts, soul is neglected.
Thomas Moore
The mind is found most acute and most uneasy in the morning. Uneasiness is indeed a species of sagacity-a passive sagacity. Fools are never uneasy.
Johann von Goethe
Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox