Quotes by Poets - Page 51

I admit I have Mental Illness so please no more 'Fruit Cakes' for Christmas Please
Stanley Victor Paskavich
All the while she wondered if any strange good thing might come of her being in her ancestral land; and some spirit within her rose automatically as the sap in the twigs. It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.
Thomas Hardy
After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other
Kathy Acker
Love is like electricity sometimes; it may shock you anytime, yet you cannot live without it.
Munia Khan
To conceive the horror of my sensations is, I presume, utterly impossible; yet a curiosity to penetrate the mysteries of these awful regions predominates even over my despair, and will reconcile me to the most hideous aspect of death.
Edgar Allan Poe
All the world's a stage.
William Shakespeare
My mother use to say she would rather be dead than not eat the foods she liked. At eighty-six she met with death but she enjoyed every breath
Stanley Victor Paskavich
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
That was the coolest thing ever.” Eena smiled at the fact that she’d been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness. t“That was highly unusual. I can’t believe they came right up to us—to you.”t“They were hungry, I’m sure.”t“Still, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did…..”tShe grinned with pure satisfaction. “Wild huh? Derian’s not going to believe me when I tell him.” Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. “What?” she asked, a note of offense in her
Richelle E. Goodrich
Labeled fools to the world are geniuses to the cosmos.
Criss Jami
[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.
Dylan Thomas
Even on the saddest nightin times of servitudethere is always someone who resiststhere is always someone who says no.
Manuel Alegre
Those who live as though God sets the rules are not going by their own rules. That is the self-sacrifice, or selflessness, that peace more often than not requires. Those who insist on going by their own rules cannot make that sacrifice. They are the steady adherents of (global) conflict because they are forever fighting both themselves and others to do whatever they think that they want to do.
Criss Jami
No, I do not want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be shown when I am treating you less than you deserve. I want you to leave if I ever start making you promises I do not see through. Love me for my flaws, yes, but don’t you dare ever allow them to hurt you.
Beau Taplin
She wasn't stupid. She just didn't want to put her neuron power into long sentences.
Margaret Atwood
Sometimes the only way to fix a mistake- is to make it twice.
Julianna Baggott
A small profit it better than a big loss
Ron Rash
An unchangeable colour rules over the melancholic: his dwelling is a space the colour of mourning. Nothing happens in it. No one intrudes. It is a bare stage where the inert I is assisted by the I suffering from that inertia. The latter wishes to free the former, but all efforts fail, as Theseus would have failed had he been not only himself but also the Minotaur; to kill him then, he would have had to kill himself
Alejandra Pizarnik
To knot a sentence up properly, it has to be thought out carefully, and revised. New phrases have to be put in; sudden changes of subject must be introducted; verbs must be shifted to unsuspected localities; short words must be excised with ruthless hand; archaisms must be sprinkled like sugar-plums upon the concoction; the fatal human tendency to say things straightforwardly must be detected and defeated by adroit reversals; and, if a glimmer of meaning yet remain under close scrutiny, it must be removed by replacing all the principal verbs by paraphrases in some dead language.
Aleister Crowley
who knows if the moon'sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky--filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe'd go up higher with all the pretty peoplethan houses and steeples and clouds:go sailingaway and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,wherealways it's Spring)and everyone'sin love and flowers pick themselves
E.E. Cummings
The moon's a crazy sweetheart.
Helen Humphreys
She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.
John Mark Green
Take your well-disciplined strengths, stretch them between the two great opposing poles, because inside human beings is where God learns.
Rainer Maria Rilke
My father got me strong and straight and slim And I give thanks to him. My mother bore me glad and sound and sweet I kiss her feet.
Marguerite Wilkinson
I am accountable for every lie that I tell, but I am also accountable for the effects of every harsh truth I deliver.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Failure is the new success.
Phil Volatile
These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume
William Shakespeare
...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.
Dave Matthes
Is idleness indeed so black a crime?What are the Busy doing, half their time?
William Allingham
With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion.
Edgar Allan Poe
Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Do it again.Play it again. Sing it again. Read it again. Write it again. Sketch it again. Rehearse it again. Run it again. Try it
Richelle E. Goodrich
How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?
Ranata Suzuki
I drive around the streetsan inch away from weeping,ashamed of my sentimentality andpossible love.
Charles Bukowski
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Maya Angelou
The leaves of hopes which have destined words in the body of the thought have settled to the ground. This is the world.
Sorin Cerin
Flowers, cold from the dew,And autumn's approaching breath,I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,Which haven't faded yet.In their nights, fragrantly resinous,Entwined with delightful mystery,They will breathe in her springlikeExtraordinary beauty.But in a whirlwind of sound and fire,From her shing head they will flutterAnd fall—and before herThey will die, faintly fragrant still.And, impelled by faithful longing,My obedient gaze will feast upon them—With a reverent hand,Love will gather their rotting remains.
Anna Akhmatova
I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke
At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.
Anthony Liccione
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Pablo Neruda
We are like some particle in motion always moving and meeting other particle.
Santosh Kalwar
Ne'er look for the birds of this year in the nests of the last.
Miguel de Cervantes
I am a golem, child,’ answered Lye calmly. ‘My mistress wrote it there. She was marvelous clever and knew all kinds of secret things. One of the things she knew was how to gather up all the slips of soap the bath house patrons left behind and arrange them into a girl shape and write “truth” on her forehead and wake her up and give her a name and say to her: “Be my friend and love me, for the world is terrible lonely and I am sad.
Catherynne M. Valente
and today,your bonesgathered your skinand said'Come on, let's do it again
Upile Chisala
Every lover is a soldier.
Ovid
How come if people keep telling me I'm so smart, I keep doing such stupid things?
George Watsky
My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
Robert Burns
Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike; the ideas they exchange are almost always the same, in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines, what hidden recesses, what secret compartments! It is an entire world that each one carries within him, an unknown world that is born and dies in silence! What solitudes all these human bodies are!
Alfred de Musset
Must not understanding lie open unto wisdom as the pyramids lie open to the stars? (6:2)
Aleister Crowley
Last night, in silent hours - where the gentle sea touched our skin - I have found the love of your thinking.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Joy, like love, is an impenetrable, God-given state of being. The distinctions between joy and happiness and love and affection are important ones under the notion that happiness is an 'iffy' emotion, a highly dependent feeling both aroused and destroyed by external conditions apart from God. And the distinction between love and affection is parallel to such.
Criss Jami
My memory of the school building itself, its rooms and lockers, blackboards, and hallways, bring on a heavy, oppressive feeling. Whether I was more unhappy in school than any of my friends I don't know. I never would have said I didn't like school, and there are moments I distinctly remember enjoying, but these truths don't alter my memory of that place.
Siri Hustvedt
I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesn't change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day.
Dave Matthes
Utter originality is of course out of the question.
Ezra Pound
Life has me trapped in a cocoon of earth where I must grow and change until the day I sprout wings. And on that day I shall burst free, no longer marooned on a pebble of dust in a universe that only waits for me to find a means to fly.
Richelle E. Goodrich
By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please.
Criss Jami
A 'dreamer' is one possesses the gift of dreaming by day. Sure, many dream at night, but don’t also small babies and animals dream at night? To dream by day and dream aloud: Is this not the reward for all the troubles we humans must face?
Roman Payne
The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Emily Dickinson
The sound of his sleep, the snores and sighs and small noices, is company.
Jackie Kay
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Emily Dickinson