Quotes by Poets - Page 381

She is emerging (she has no choice) / into a place / like sex or childbirth, / one thing to the observer, something very different to the participant.
Kathleen Ossip
Through her the battling man becomes sublime,and fairy tales are spun from gray-maned storms;From moments' tears immortal pearls are formedAnd dulcet wonders cradle bloody times("She Rests")
Konstantin Balmont
Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.
Anthony Liccione
For I am born to tame you, Kate,And bring you from a wild Kate to a KateComfortable as other household Kates.
William Shakespeare
Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy, kind delight.O Never give the heart outright,For they, for all smooth lips can say,Have given their hearts up to the play.And who could play it well enoughIf deaf and dumb and blind with love?He that made this knows all the cost,For he gave all his heart and lost.
W.B. Yeats
❤ We must all find the spirit to try and help better humanity! We all have it inside us to contribute something to the cause of humanity!
Timothy Pina
What we think affects our life so much that life is for each of us just what we think it is. So the question of what life means has individual answers for each of us.
Jay Woodman
The Victrola, the Movies, a lecture: such are the three American alternatives to Silence, Scandal and Squabble.Or else, get drunk. America knows no other devices to enable its inhabitants to endure either their own company or that of their fellow-creatures.
Aleister Crowley
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
Jack Kerouac
education is one thing and instruction, however worthy, necessary and incidentally or monetarily educative, another.
Kingsley Amis
And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music, the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not... through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and forever, those divine and raptorous joys of which through the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
Edgar Allan Poe
Theirs two ways to become a famous Poet, find that one person that knows somebody, that knows somebody, that knows somebody.Or die trying
Stanley Victor Paskavich
She was altogether colorless and severe, and still she managed to be beautiful. Not the way that girls are generally beautiful, but more like the way a knife catches the light, makes you want to take it in your hands.
Brittany Cavallaro
It may be enough, however, to have it said that we survive in exact relationship to the dedication of our poets (include preachers, musicians, and blues singers).
Maya Angelou
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
Robert Frost
I’ve pressed sofar away frommy desire thatif you askedme what Iwant I would,accepting the harmoniouscompletion of thedrift, say annihilation,probably.
A.R. Ammons
Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The humanitarian is a treasure hunter seeking gems of remedy and appreciation.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I Love Spirituality it reminds me of the Old Quaker Oats Commercial. "Nothing is better for thee than me"!
Stanley Victor Paskavich
The first ingredient to being wrong is to claim that you are right. Geniuses have a knack for raising new questions. Hence by the public they are either admired for their creativity or, even more commonly so, detested for disturbing the daily peace of mind.
Criss Jami
Let us act on what we have since we have not what we wish.
Cardinal Newman
I am a WomanPhenomenally.Phenomenal Woman,that's me.
Maya Angelou
Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now
Kamand Kojouri
He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
Lord Byron
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
Kahlil Gibran
I have been seeing dragons again.Last night, hunched on a beaver dam,one held a body like a badly held cocktail;his tail, keeping the beat of a waltz,sent a morse of ripples to my canoe.They are not richly brightbut muted like dawnsor the vague sheen on a fly's wing.Their old flesh drags in foldsas they drop into grey pools,strain behind a tree.Finally the others saw one today, trapped,tangled in our badminton net.The minute eyes shuddered deep in the creased facewhile his throat, strangely fierce, stretchedto release an extinct burning inside:pathetic loud whispers as four of usand the excited spaniel surrounded him.
Michael Ondaatje
I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed
Criss Jami
I started writing poetry and philosophy when I was 17 years old and my mind so was wild. Now I'm 56 and I often want to write like a child.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.
Charles Baudelaire
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella,I loiter aimlessly in the long, longAnd lonely rainy alley,I hope to encounterA lilac-like girlNursing her resentmentA lilac-like color she hasA lilac-like fragrance,A lilac-like sadness,Melancholy in the rain,Sorrowful and uncertain;She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alleyHolding up an oil-paper umbrellaJust like meAnd just like meWalks silently,Apathetic, sad and disconsolateSilently she moves closerMoves closer and castsA sigh-like glanceShe glides byLike a dreamHazy and confused like a dreamAs in a dream she glides pastLike a lilac spray,This girl glides past beside me;She silently moves away, moves awayUp to the broken-down bamboo fence,To the end of the rainy alley.In the rains sad song,Her color vanishesHer fragrance diffuses,Even herSigh-like glance,Lilac-like discontentVanish.Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, aloneAimlessly walking in the long, longAnd lonely rainy alley,I wish forA lilac-like girlNursing her resentment glide by.
Dai Wangshu
Now, in the Kingdom of School, to be asked into another child's room is like being asked inside their heart.
Catherynne M. Valente
You think you're losing your mind, but do keep in mind, as long as you may, that the ability to go on thinking such a thing means it's not all gone.
Criss Jami
When the years are dying in the arms of your life,the earth is in pain moving around the sun.
Munia Khan
But I do not doubt that it is beneficial sometimes to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the image of a grander and better world; for if the mind grows used to the trivia of daily life, it may dwindle too much and decline altogether into worthless thoughts.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
Arthur Rimbaud
Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.
Kamand Kojouri
Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.
Siri Hustvedt
Love can either be your greatest companion or your worst enemy, depending on your pride to accept or deny things.
Anthony Liccione
How quickly pettiness returns, and that most ignoble form of real estate, the possessive occupation and tyranny over two square inches of human flesh, the wife's cunt.
Leonard Cohen
Not the measure of words is necessary, but their meaning.
Sorin Cerin
There was the bulge and the glitter, and there was the cold grip way down in the stomach as though somebody had laid hold of something in there, in the dark which is you, with a cold hand in a cold rubber glove. It was like the second when you come home late at night and see the yellow envelope of the telegram sticking out from under your door and you lean and pick it up, but don't open it yet, not for a second. While you stand there in the hall, with the envelope in your hand, you feel there's an eye on you, a great big eye looking straight at you from miles and dark and through walls and houses and through your coat and vest and hide and sees you huddled up way inside, in the dark which is you, inside yourself, like a clammy, sad little fetus you carry around inside yourself. The eye knows what's in the envelope, and it is watching you to see you when you open it and know, too. But the clammy, sad little fetus which is you way down in the dark which is you too lifts up its sad little face and its eyes are blind, and it shivers cold inside you for it doesn't want to know what is in that envelope. It wants to lie in the dark and not know, and be warm in its not-knowing.
Robert Penn Warren
Thus heaven's gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.
Alexander Pushkin
Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
Bertolt Brecht
Bad things are gonna' happen to you, because they happen to us all. And worrying won't stave the really bad things off. Don't make the mistake of comparing your twisted-up insides to other people's blow-dried outsides. Even the most privileged person in this stadium suffers the torments of the damned just going about the business of being human.
Mary Karr
I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Not to go back is somewhat to advance. And men must walk at least before they dance.
Alexander Pope
High justice would in no way be debased if ardent love should cancel instantly the debts these penitents must satisfy.
Dante Alighieri
The Four Stages of Writer’s BlockW.B. Stage I: I want to write but I can’t.W.B. Stage II: I have to write but I can’t. W.B. Stage I: I don’t want to write but I have to.W.B. Stage I: I don’t have time for writing … and, honestly, I don’t feel like writing.
Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
T.S Eliot
Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…
Ranata Suzuki
She had a dream, quite singular, dearest to her heart.She had a dream, quite eccentric, treasured in her soul.She nurtured it, she cuddled it and kept it covered in the twinkle of her eye and waited patiently with a fond expectation.Yet in that sky wrapped in the radiance of a rainbow , all but that dream came alive.She often smiled at that solitary dream with numb tears of pallid fulfilment.
Debatrayee Banerjee
There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.
J. C. F. von Schiller
Your flag and my flag And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-reed The stripes forever gleam Snow-white and soul-white - The good forefathers' dream Sky-blue and true-blue with stars to gleam aright - The gloried guidon of the day a shelter through the night.
Wilbur D. Nesbit
For years I wanted to be older and now I am.
Margaret Atwood
You’re nasty and you’re loud,you’re mean enough for two,If I could be a cloud,I’d rain all day on you.
Jack Prelutsky
He traced a line in the dirt with his toe. ‘This is a battlefield. Has been since Cain killed Abel. And don’t let it get complicated. Gray it ain’t. It’s black and white. Good versus evil. You might as well choose sides right now.
Charles Martin
You win the victory when you yield to friends.
Sophocles
We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.
Anthony Liccione
Poetry never makes any money, and so there's no pressure to appeal to an audience. That makes a lot of things about being a poet difficult, but it also means freedom to write whatever you want to write, however you want to write it.
Garth Greenwell
I understand now that the only time black people don't feel guilty is when we've actually done something wrong, because that relieves us of the cognitive dissonance of being black and innocent, and in a way the prospect of going to jail becomes a relief.
Paul Beatty