Poets Quotes - Page 4

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

the gods are created by poets" --Ovid

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Musicians do not get on stage without hearing the song singing inside of them. Poets do not write as if they are jotting down a sermon, they see everything in their subconscious before presenting it to the conscious, which they later turn to  readable materials. Artist do not draw and paint without painting in dream states, trance, or see an art form that others do not see. Being creative does not calls for being any supernatural entity, but in creating with the entities inside of you.

The universe is God's son.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.

Only the poet or the saint can water an asphalt pavement in the confident anticipation that lilies will reward his labour.

If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

Hope without love is hopeless.

You don't sound like a scientist; you sound like a poet." Rey smiled. "Can I be both?" "But you'd rather be a poet.""Who wouldn't?" he said.

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Science is for those who learn poetry for those who know.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me.I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.

Men of dreams, the lovers and the poets, are better in most things than the men of my sort; the men of intellect. You take your being from your mothers. You live to the full: it is given you to love with your whole strength, to know and taste the whole of life. We thinkers, though often we seem to rule you, cannot live with half your joy and full reality. Ours is a thin and arid life, but the fullness of being is yours; yours the sap of the fruit, the garden of lovers, the joyous pleasaunces of beauty. Your home is the earth, ours the idea of it. Your danger is to be drowned in the world of sense, ours to gasp for breath in airless space. You are a poet, I a thinker. You sleep on your mother's breast, I watch in the wilderness. On me there shines the sun; on you the moon with all the stars. Your dreams are all of girls, mine of boys—

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any and all styles of poetry.

There is no single thing... that is so cut and dried that one cannot attend to its secret whisper which says 'I am more than just my appearance'. If each object quivers with readiness to imply something other than itself, if each perception is a word in a poem dense with connotations, then the poet's selection of any given subject of speculation will become... a means of attuning himself to the rhythms and harmonies of reality at large. ... The notion of a network of correspondence is not an outmoded Romantic illusion: it represents a crucial intuition...

The works of the great poets have never yet been read by mankind, for only great poets can read the.

The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

When I feel inclined to read poetry I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as that of sentences. The author may arrange the gems effectively but their shape and lustre have been given by the attrition of ages.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Do not look too far for you will see nothing.

If you were destined to be a poet, then you won't brainstorm for lines that rhymes. If you were destined to be a celebrity, then you shouldn't start searching for fans. If you are truly a god, then let others worship you!

everything i know about loveis that it hurtsand is almost always never returnedthe way you want it to.but i have hopebecause i do not know everything.

I write because there are things in me that cannot die.

She knew exactly how she ought to feel, for she was well read in our greater and lesser English poets, but the unfortunate fact was that she did not really like being kissed at all.

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

I learn life from the poets.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

All we’re trying to do is word the world. Detail is one way we do that. We enumerate, notate, name the things seen.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

To love is a natural instinct. To be loved is “something”. To be loved like crazy, like their life depends on you is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. How many of us can keep their right hand on their heart and say that they have actually experienced something like that? Not many, I guess. Because you know what, once-in-a-lifetime moments, well, come once in a lifetime. You either have to extremely, enormously and tremendously lucky or have to manage to fascinate a poet or a painter or someone really very naïve or mentally unsound.

When following God, Zero we never find.

we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future,as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Nature enhances her beauty, to the eye of loving men, from their belief that the poet is beholding her shows at the same time. He is isolated among his contemporaries by truth and by his art, but with this consolation in his pursuits, that they will draw all men sooner or later. For all men live by truth and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

The words of the true poems give you more than poems, they give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, & everything else, they balance the ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes, they do not seek beauty, they are sought, forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick. They prepare for death, yet they are not the finish, but rather the outset, they bring none of his or her terminus or to be content & full, whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of the stars, to learn one of the meanings, to launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings & never be quiet again.

I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.

love is always moving towards you

A poet is a musician that can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...