Quotes by Poets - Page 42

What I think is not necessarily, what I feel and what I feel is not necessarily, what I think.
Santosh Kalwar
… my words are lovewhich willfully parades inits room, refusing to move.
Frank O'Hara
I think you love him more than you can bear.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz
I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist. I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?I don't know, but it must be better than work.
Shel Silverstein
Trying to change someone, and their views, is like throwing paper into a fire.
Anthony Liccione
Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow'd her head to hear,Lizzie veil'd her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and fingertips."lie close," Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:"We must not look at Goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:who knows upon the soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?""Come buy," call the GoblinsHobbling down the glen
Christina Rossetti
Annoyances are strangely not so annoying when the person responsible has endeared himself to you.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Like the weather or bonds between lovers, transformations can never be predicted. All energy transmutes one day or another, in one way or another. Either in its form or composition, or in its position or disposition.
Suzy Kassem
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Max Ehrmann
In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.
Ezra Pound
I am lost in my world,invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.
Susie Clevenger
Last night I walked for hours. It was as if I wanted to get lost down some unknown street. To get absolutely and happily lost. But there are moments when we can’t, when we don’t know how to lose our way. Even if we always go in the wrong direction. Even if we lose all our points of reference. Even if it begins to grow late and we feel the weight of morning as we advance. There are times when no matter how we try to find out what we don’t know, we can’t lose our way. And perhaps we long for the time when we could be lost. The time when all the streets were new.
Alejandro Zambra
Most joyful let the Poet be it is through him that all men see.
William Ellery Channing
I am not ready to die,But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom
May Sarton
When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;When lofty trees I see barren of leavesWhich erst from heat did canopy the herd,And summer's green all girded up in sheavesBorne on the bier with white and bristly beard,Then of thy beauty do I question make,That thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsakeAnd die as fast as they see others grow;And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defenceSave breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
William Shakespeare
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
Margaret Atwood
No matter how long a log of wood remains in the river it does not become a crocodile
Jude Idada
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.
Charles Bukowski
You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
Lang Leav
Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Don’t worry if you don’t accomplish everything in this life. Fortunately, death overcomes every thing—even the very thing that tried to kill us.
Kamand Kojouri
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
True love is to jump over your own shadow.
Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Never be intimidated by what seems ominous, for BiG is only an accumulation of many smalls.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Soon I find myself squatting on the floor. I am still striking my face; not with my fists this time, but with wide-open hands. I am slapping myself. The sounds I make when my palms meet my cheeks are like an unrelenting round of applause. I am clapping myself. Or clapping for myself. I start to giggle.All the voices are receding now. I am no longer filled with rage or disappointment. I clap and clap and simply cannot stop.
Cyril Wong
The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!
Thomas Hood
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
Anne Sexton
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.
Mark Doty
What grace I have is enough.
Theodore Roethke
I do. I choose you, which is to choose him and the others and t
Jameson Fitzpatrick
He hadn't "abused" alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at the wall, the window blind, and the TV screen.
Gilbert Sorrentino
My beard grows down to my toes,I never wears no clothes,I wraps my hairAround my bare,And down the road I goes.
Shel Silverstein
My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the core and from above. All hopes and dreams compete with this endless expanse of heaven, desiring the clock of eternity. I reach with my hands―frenziedly achieving―attempting to learn and do all. Yet I understand the humble truth; a drop of rain shall amount to my contribution among all the droplets in the vast ocean of human history. It is a pure and precious tear that seeps from my efforts....my exist
Richelle E. Goodrich
lose weight, eat backwards.
Benny Bellamacina
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I am what the water gave me, / a smoke-ring in a jar, / the braided rope / my ladder-to-the-light, / my shivering bird heart / caught
Pascale Petit
Do not surrender your dreams based on the seasonality, chase them until they become a reality.
Gift Gugu Mona
An Evening AirI go out in the grey eveningIn the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey eveningIn the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting.Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels.As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful.I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentationIn the soft fragrant air.The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, andA soft, low thing cries out in the distance,But the sounds are hard and heavy,In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
Samar Sen
Divide and rule, the politician cries;Unite and lead, is watchword of the wise.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
There is only one history of any importance and it is the history of what you once believed in and the history of what you came to believe in.
Kay Boyle
Poems arrive. They hide in feelings and images, in weeds and delivery vans, daring us to notice and give them form with our words. They take us to an invisible world where light and dark, inside and outside meet.
Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.
Edgar Allan Poe
Remember Rio de Janeiro, the size of God’s hand, sardines fleshed-open at the market, the way I entered you and moved inside? Looking down, is this the kind of density you can live with? What is the slightness of our bodies to stay, to be good at loving a second time? My mouth pretends it is an oar when it lives inside your mouth, but you are far away.
Stacie Cassarino
Every poem I write falls short in some important way. But I go on trying to write the one that won’t.
Dorianne Laux
To know the good from the bad, measure the heart. Actions reveal the true coloring of one's heart, not their intentions.
Suzy Kassem
I have a thing for things that last.
Criss Jami
Why only gaze at the stars? Catch one!
Richelle E. Goodrich
Life delights in life.
William Blake
Poets sing our human music for us.
Carol Ann Duffy
How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.
Margaret Atwood
Perhaps he still hopes. If there’s any justice in the Gods’ injustice, then may they let us keep our dreams, even when they’re impossible, and may our dreams be happy, even when they’re trivial....Every dream is the same dream, for they’re all dreams. Let the Gods change my dreams, but not my gift for dreaming.
Fernando Pessoa
...words can help us to see what is graceful or human where lovelines and humanity seem to fail...
Mark Doty
A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world.
Joseph Addison
I am who I am.A coincidence no less unthinkablethan any other.I could have had differentancestors, after all.I could have flutteredfrom another nestor crawled bescaledfrom under another tree.Nature's wardrobeholds a fair supply of costumes:spider, seagull, field mouse.Each fits perfectly right offand is dutifully worninto shreds.
Wisława Szymborska
Pioneers did not produce original works of art because they were creating original human environments they did not imagine Utopias because they were shaping them.
George Woodcock
Still on it creeps Each little moment at another's heels Till hours days years and ages are made up Of such small parts as these and men look back Worn and bewilder'd wondering how it is.
Joanna Baillie
You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
Thomas Hardy
The truth is that there comes a time When we can mourn no more over music That is so much motionless sound
Wallace Stevens
You Who'd be Wise" from "Ben Mishle" written sometime between 1013 and 1050 C.E.You who'd be wiseshould inquire into the nature of justice and evilfrom your teachers,seekers like yourself, and the studentswho question your answer.
Shmuel HaNagid
Oft in the stilly night,Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years,The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone,The cheerful hearts now broken.(from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)
Thomas Moore