Quotes by Poets - Page 53

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.It’s like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I can’t stop having.How vast the field and interior love... !I look, and I forget, like dryness where there was water and trees losing their leaves.
Alberto Caeiro
Single life is the best life until you get hit by lonely nights.
Jonathan Anthony Burkett
Another way to strengthen connection to intuition is to refuse to allow anyone to repress your vivid energies... that means your opinions, your thoughts, your ideas, your values, your morals, your ideals. There is very little right/wrong or good/bad in this world. There is, however, use and not useful.
Clarissa Pinkola Estés
I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.
Gary Snyder
Vous travaillez pour l'armee, madame?' (You are working for the army?), a Frenchwoman said to me early in the Vietnam war, on hearing I had three sons.
Adrienne Rich
Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor futurelessens . . . . Superabundant existencewells in my heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The center of my sins stuck behind a blocked door, circled by hollow deeds spread on my lifetime’s floor
Munia Khan
Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.
Alison Croggon
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;And to do that well craves a kind of wit:He must observe their mood on whom he jests,The quality of persons, and the time,And, like the haggard, check at every featherThat comes before his eye. This is a practiseAs full of labour as a wise man's artFor folly that he wisely shows is fit;But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
William Shakespeare
But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.
Anne Sexton
Without wearing any mask we are conscious of we have a special face for each friend.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
The medals of the dead heroes are the coins for the future. (Les médailles des héros morts - Sont les pièces pour l'avenir.)
Charles de Leusse
Rien ne sert de courir il faut partir à point
Jean de La Fontaine
More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.
Sherman Alexie
He pondered that a little while and then he asked, do Black people have to pay for their doctors, too? Because that's what TV programs had said. I smiled a little at this and told him it's not only Black people who have to pay for doctors and medical care; all people in America have to. Ah, he said. And suppose you don't have the money to pay? Well, I said, if you don't have the money to pay, sometimes you died. And there was no mistaking my gesture, even though he had to wait for the translator to translate it. We left him looking absolutely nonplussed, standing in the middle of the square with his mouth open and his hand under his chin staring after me, as in utter amazement that human beings could die from lack of medical care. It's things like that that keep me dreaming about Russia long after I've returned.
Audre Lorde
Yet torture is above all an art, an artistic discipline just like literature , cinema, or contemporary dance. All detained in the City-State ghettos bitterly missed the torturers of yesteryears, those monsters who worked with the precision of a Swiss watch-maker.
Fiston Mwanza Mujila
You can be yourself without pursuing yourself. Have you ever seen a dog chase his own tail? He just runs in circles.
Criss Jami
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Old Time is still aflying And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
The First BookOpen it.Go ahead, it won't bite.Well. . . maybe a little.More a nip, like. A tingle.It's pleasurable, really.You see, it keeps on opening.You may fall in.Sure, it's hard to get started;remember learning to useknife and fork? Dig in:you'll never reach bottom.It's not like it's the end of the world--just the world as you thinkyou know it.
Rita Dove
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
Jack Kerouac
Pain or love or danger makes you real again....
Jack Kerouac
Beauty is itself so unattainable that it escapes altogether; and the true artist, like the true Mystic, can never rest
Aleister Crowley
Life's lessons aren't always new. Often they're the same old worn-out truths offering us greater depths of wisdom and understanding.
Richelle E. Goodrich
If you don’t want to work you have to work to earn enough money so that you won’t have to work.
Ogden Nash
The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality.
Dante Alighieri
In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.
Gertrude Stein
I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
Munia Khan
The richest people are those who have an abundance of what we take with us into the next life.
Richelle E. Goodrich
God in his infinite wisdomDid not make me very wise-So when my actions are stupidThey hardly take God by surprise.
Langston Hughes
His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile.
Margaret Atwood
God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
the dolphins stitch sky to sea.
Ellen Bass
I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.
John Mark Green
There is a sharp distinction between what is remembered, what is told and what is true.
Kevin Powers
When you hear her say,'What else can an old woman doon hills as wretched as these?'You look right at the sky,Clear through the bullet holes she has for eyes.And you look onthe cracks that begin around her eyesspread beyond her skinAnd the hills crack.And the temples crack.And the sky falls with a plateglass clatter around the shatter proof cronewho stands alone.And you are reducedto so much small changein her hand.
Arun Kolatkar
Some women marry houses.
Anne Sexton
The TriflerDeath's the lover that I'd be taking;Wild and fickle and fierce is he.Small's his care if my heart be breaking-Gay young Death would have none of me.Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!No one other my mouth had kissed.I had dressed me in silk to meet him-False young Death would not hold the tryst.Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy,Smooth and cold is the bridal bed;I must wait till he whistles for me-Proud young Death would not turn his head.I must wait till my breast is wilted.I must wait till my back is bowed,I must rock in the corner, jilted-Death went galloping down the road.Gone's my heart with a trifling rover.Fine he was in the game he played-Kissed, and promised, and threw me over,And rode away with a prettier maid.
Dorothy Parker
From centuries ago before the dawn of civilization, I have been wandering. I am the wanderer. I can't stay at one place. I am destined to wander from place to place!And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness. The river embraces me and guides me to swim inside her and to drink the nectar of love from her bosom. She tells me her secrets and I tell her mine. She makes me sensitive and soft.The mountain greets me with respect and guides me to traverse the rocks and crevices of its body! He is strong and vigorous and he appreciates my stamina and toughness.After dusk in the night, the stars smile at me and they show me light to travel in the darkness. They tell me their stories and I tell them mine.The moon embalms me with her love and she kisses me good night. The nightingale sings her song of love when I take rest in the arms of darkness in the night!And after the dawn of the morning, the sun greets me and acknowledges my spirit and strength!I am the wanderer and I keep wandering in search of a nothingness.I am the wanderer and wandering is my destiny!
Avijeet Das
I think that there are excellent and poor thinking habits just as there are healthy and unhealthy eating habits; and when a man really knows how to think, you cannot necessarily assert that he thinks too much in a strictly negative connotation. Perhaps this is in a sense food for thought, whereas the other is fool for thought.
Criss Jami
When that the poor have cried Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man.
William Shakespeare
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
D.H. Lawrence
There’s plenty of room for strangeness, mystery, originality, wildness, etc. in poems that also invite the reader into the human and alive center about which the poem circles.
Thomas Lux
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Is anyone in all the world safe from unhappiness?
Sophocles
Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way--and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.
Rainer Maria Rilke
There's 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
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy mightTo that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light,That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.
Philip Sidney
Restraining prayer we cease to fight Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
William Cowper
The world is a navy in an empty ocean.
Dejan Stojanovic
I could not love thee dear so much Loved I not honour more.
Richard Lovelace
Happy the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind and has given up worrying once and for all.
Ovid
As with . . . even the written word, the remote overview is one more wrenched perspective that developing civilization has glued, collagelike, to the once unified experience of life.
Bruce Berger
Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.
Izumi Shikibu
We can’t choose our poetic fathers any more than our biological ones — but we can choose how to come to terms with them.
Rodger Kamenetz
Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy, too.
Langston Hughes
I realized that marriage is not only about exchanging vows, but it's about two people who equally make a continuous effort to honour their vows.
Gift Gugu Mona
Before you, nothing.Now you, and everything
Kamand Kojouri
We have so much to learn from a fallen teardrop which is wiped away from our cheek…never to be felt again
Munia Khan
I thought to myself how much more welcome a faculty the imagination would be if we could tell when it was at work and when not.
Kingsley Amis