poetry Quotes

100+ of the best book quotes about poetry
  1. #1
    “Sweet air, that circlest round those radiant tresses,
    And floatest, mingled with them, fold on fold,
    Deliciously, and scatterest that fine gold,
    Then twinest it again, my heart’s dear jesses;
    Thou lingerest on those eyes, whose beauty presses
    Stings in my heart that all its life exhaust,
    Till I go wandering round my treasure lost,
    Like some scared creature whom the night distresses.
    I seem to find her now, and now perceive
    How far away she is; now rise, now fall;
    Now what I wish, now what is true, believe.
    O happy air! since joys enrich thee all,
    Rest thee; and thou, O stream too bright to grieve!
    Why can I not float with thee at thy call?”
  2. #2
    But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
  3. #3
    Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
    Of him the harpers sadly sing:
    The last whose realm was fair and free
    Between the Mountains and the Sea.
    His sword was long, his lance was keen,
    His shining helm afar was seen;
    The countless stars of heaven’s field
    Were mirrored in his silver shield.
    But long ago he rode away,
    And where he dwelleth none can say;
    For into darkness fell his star
    In Mordor where the shadows are.
  4. #4
    “A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared.”
  5. #5
    “I am visible-see this Indian face-yet I am invisible. I both blind them with my beak nose and am their blind spot. But I exist, we exist. They’d like to think I have melted in the pot. But I haven’t. We haven’t.”
  6. #6
    “Intellectual freedom depends on material things. Poetry depends on intellectual freedom. And women have always been poor, not for two hundred years merely, but from the beginning of time. [...] Women, then, have not had a dog’s chance of writing poetry.”
  7. #7
    “Then I knew that not by wisdom do poets write poetry, but by a sort of genius and inspiration; they are like diviners or soothsayers who also say many fine things, but do not understand the meaning of them.”
  8. #8
    “I asked Doc about German poets, and he replied that Goethe was the only one in his opinion who could be considered worthy, but he personally found him a terrible bore and that the Germans put all their poetry to music. He declared I should study the English for their poetry and the Germans for their music.”
  9. #9
    “Don’t you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?”
  10. #10
    “We love the things we love for what they are.”
  11. #11
    “The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.”
  12. #12
    “Resist much, obey little.”
  13. #13
    “But I am done with apple-picking now.
    Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
    The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.”
  14. #14
    “I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.”
  15. #15
    “Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.”
  16. #16
    “If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.”
  17. #17
    “And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles”
  18. #18
    “Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.”
  1. #19
    “The city had withdrawn into itself
    And left at last the country to the country;”
  2. #20
    “He says the best way out is always through.
    And I agree to that, or in so far
    As that I can see no way out but through—
    Leastways for me — and then they’ll be convinced.”
  3. #21
    “How countlessly they congregate
    O’er our tumultuous snow,
    Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
    When wintry winds do blow!”
  4. #22
    “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
    I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”
  5. #23
    “Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak . . . ”
  6. #24
    “I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
    wake at night alone,
    I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
    I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
  7. #25
    “Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
    Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
    You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light
    and of every moment of your life”
  8. #26
    “I accept Time absolutely.
    It alone is without flaw,
    It alone rounds and completes all,
    That mystic baffling wonder.”
  9. #27
    “The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree
    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.”
  10. #28
    “Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
    And why should I not speak to you?”
  11. #29
    “This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
    Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
    Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
    Night, sleep, and the stars.”
  12. #30
    “When I see birches bend to left and right
    Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
    I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.”
  13. #31
    “I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
    And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
    Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
    But dipped its top and set me down again.
    That would be good both going and coming back.
    One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”
  14. #32
    “It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
    Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf . . . ”
  15. #33
    “Ah, when to the heart of man
    Was it ever less than a treason
    To go with the drift of things,
    To yield with a grace to reason,
    And bow and accept the end
    Of a love or a season?”
  16. #34
    “Let your soul stand cool and composed
    before a million universes.”
  17. #35
    “A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
    Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
    As may be shown by a simple calculation.
    Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
    I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
    In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.”
  18. #36
    “My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.”

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  1. #37
    “My words itch at your ears till you understand them”
  2. #38
    “I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.”
  3. #39
    “Before man came to blow it right
    The wind once blew itself untaught,
    And did its loudest day and night
    In any rough place where it caught.”
  4. #40
    “This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
    I don’t plan it.
    When I’m outside the saying of it,
    I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.”
  5. #41
    “As a world that has no well, Darkly bright in forest dell;
    As a world without the gleam Of the downward-going stream;
    As a world without the glance Of the ocean’s fair expanse;
    As a world where never rain Glittered on the sunny plain;
    —Such, my heart, thy world would be, If no love did flow in thee.”
  6. #42
    “When in April the sweet showers fall
    And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all
    The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
    As brings about the engendering of the flower”
  7. #43
    “Because I could not stop for Death
    He kindly stopped for me”
  8. #44
    “Rowing then becomes a kind of perfect language. Poetry, that’s what a good swing feels like.”
  9. #45
    “Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse?”
  10. #46
    “Making a famine where abundance lies,
    Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.”
  11. #47
    “If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
    And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
    The age to come would say ‘This poet lies;
    Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.‘”
  12. #48
    “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
  13. #49
    “So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
  14. #50
    “Do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
    My love shall in my verse ever live young.”
  15. #51
    “There’s a reason they didn’t keep this poem. The poem tells you to fight.”
  16. #52
    “Nothing I have written or done has made any difference in this world, and suddenly I know what it means to rage, and to crave.
    I read the whole poem and eat it up, drink it up.”
  17. #53
    “I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It’s’s like there’s only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me for this.”
  18. #54
    “Ever since I realized there waz someone callt/
    a colored girl an evil woman a bitch or a nag/
    i been tryin not to be that & leave bitterness/
    in somebody else’s cup...”
  1. #55
    “somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
    not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street
    but somenody almost walked off wid alla my stuff
    like a kleptomaniac workin hard and forgettin while stealin
    this is mine
    this aint yr stuff
    now why dont you put me back and let me hang out in my own self...”
  2. #56
    “its been so many years and
    he was at the concert and he looked the same way he’s always looked
    and then he looked at me the same way he’s always looked
    and then his arm was around me
    and we walked the same way
    we’s always walked
    and i fell into his arms
    and we fell into the bed.”
  3. #57
    “i usedta live in the world
    really be in the world
    free & sweet talkin
    good mornin & thank-you & nice day
    uh huh
    i cant now
    i cant be nice to nobody
    nice is such a rip-off
    regular beauty & a smile in the street
    is just a set-up”
  4. #58
    “i loved you on purpose
    i was open on purpose
    i still crave vulnerability & close talk
    & i’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry
    you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
    just dont give it to me
    i cant use another sorry
    next time
    you should admit
    you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
    steada bein sorry alla the time
    enjoy bein yrself”
  5. #59
    “but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical
    dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point
    my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face
    my love is too music to have thrown back on my face”
  6. #60
    “one thing I don’t need
    is any more apologies
    i got sorry greetin me at my front door
    you can keep yrs
    i don’t know what to do wit em
    they don’t open doors
    or bring the sun back
    they don’t make me happy
    or get a mornin paper
    didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars
    cuz a sorry.”
  7. #62
    ″...somebody almost walke off wid alla my stuff
    and didnt care enuf to send a not home sayin
    i waz late fo my solo conversation
    or two sizes too small for my own tacky skirts
    what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on
    a open market
    did you getta dime for my things
    hey man
    where are you goin wid alla my stuff
    this is a woman’s trip and i need my stuff
    to ohh and ahh abt
    i gotta mainline nmber
    from my own shit
    now wontchu put me back
    and let me play this duet
    wit this silver ring in my nose...”
  8. #63
    “without any assistance or guidance from you
    i have loved you assiduously for 8 months 2 wks & a day
    i have been stood up four times
    i’ve left 7 packages on yr doorstep
    forty poems 2 plants & 3 handmade notecards i left
    town so i cd send to you have been no help to me
    on my job
    you call at 3:00 in the mornin on weekdays
    so i cd drive 27 1/2 miles cross the bay before i go to work
    charmin charmin
    but you are of no assistance
    i want you to know
    this waz an experiment
    to see how selifsh i cd be
    if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover
    if i waz capable of debasin my self for the love of another
    if i cd stand not being wanted
    when i wanted to be wanted
    & i cannot
    with no further assistance & no guidance from you
    i am endin this affair
    this note is attached to a plant
    i’ve been waterin since the day i met you
    you may water it
    yr damn self”
  9. #64
    “i’m only human, & inadequacy is what makes us human, & if we was perfect we wdnt have nothin to strive for, so you might as well go on & forgive me pretty baby, cause i’m sorry”
  10. #65
    “The stage is in darkness. Harsh music is heard as dim blue lights come up. One after another, seven women run onto the stage from each of the exits. They all freeze in postures of distress. The follow spot picks up the lady in brown. She comes to life and looks around at the other ladies. All of the others are still. She walks over to the lady in red and calls to her. They lady in red makes no response.”
  11. #66
    “i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me
    more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in the
    desert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ here
    is what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ &
    so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/
    please this is for you”
  12. #67
    “Dark phrases of womanhood of never havin been a girl half-notes scattered without rhythm/no tune distraught laughter fallin over a black girl’s shoulder it’s funny/it’s hysterical the melody-lesslness of her dance don’t tell nobody don’t tell a soul she’s a dancin on beer cans and shingles
    this must be the spook house another song with no singers lyrics/ no voices and interrupted solos unseen performances
    are we ghouls? children of horror? the joke?...”
  13. #68
    “its not that i dont love him
    not that i never love him
    its just been so many years.”
  14. #69
    ″...don’t tell nobody don’t tell a soul
    are we animals? have we gone crazy?
    i can’t hear anythin but maddening screams
    and the soft strains of death
    and promised me
    you promised me...
    sing a black girl’s song
    bring her out
    to know herself
    to know you
    but sing her rhythms
    carin/ struggle/ hard times
    sing her song of life
    she’s been dead so long
    closed in silence so long
    she doesn’t know the sound
    of her own voice
    her infinite beauty
    she’s half-notes scattered
    without rhythm/ no tune
    sing her sighs
    sing the songs of her possibilities
    sing a righteous gospel
    let her be born
    and handled warmly.”
  15. #70
    “Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe,
    Sooner than I will live with you.
    Fish will come walking out of the sea,
    Sooner than you will come back to me.”
  16. #71
    “I’ve been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you’re a kid everything’s new, dawn. It’s just when you get used to everything that it’s day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That’s gold. Keep that way, it’s a good way to be.”
  17. #72
    “Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”

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  1. #73
    “As in large troops And multitudinous, when winter reigns, The starlings on their wings are borne abroad; So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls. On this side and on that, above, below, It drives them: hope of rest to solace them Is none, nor e’en of milder pang.”
  2. #74
    “Glorious, stirring sight! The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel! Here today—in next week tomorrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped—always somebody else’s horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!”
  3. #75
    “There was a moment of silence, and Matilda, who had never before heard great romantic poetry spoken aloud, was profoundly moved. ‘It’s like music,’ she whispered.”
    Roald Dahl
  4. #76
    “Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.”
  5. #77
    “We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.”
  6. #78
    “She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”
  7. #79
    “Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”
  8. #80
    “Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.”
  9. #81
    “We often sneaked out at night to, for example, sing ‘American Pie’ beneath the window of the captain of the cheerleading team. (Her father was a local minister and so, we reasoned, less likely to shoot). After I was caught returning at dawn from one such late-night escapade, my worried mother thoroughly interrogated me regarding every drug teenagers take, never suspecting that the most intoxicating thing I’d experienced, by far, was the volume of romantic poetry she’d handed me the previous week.”
  10. #82
    “You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?”
  11. #83
    “You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold and hands that make my body sing.”
  12. #84
    “Fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm”
  13. #85
    “Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.”
  14. #86
    “Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense.”
  15. #87
    “Some people are going to love you like you are a pond, and others are going to love you like you are a river, but you are an ocean, and you should never settle for anyone who loves you for anything less than that.”
  16. #88
    “It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent.”
  17. #89
    “He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.”
  18. #90
    “And I will eat the in the rain.
    And in the dark. And on a train.
    And in car. And in tree.
    They are so good, so good, you see!”
  1. #91
    “And I would eat them in a boat,
    And I would eat them with a goat…”
  2. #92
    “Could you, would you, with a goat?
    I would not, could not, with a goat!”
  3. #93
    “You do not like green eggs and ham?
    I do not like them, Sam-I-am.”
  4. #94
    “A train! A train! A train! A train! Could you, would you, on a train?”
  5. #95
    “You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”
  6. #96
    “I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.”
  7. #97
    “Would you, could you, in the rain?”
  8. #98
    “Writing poetry is effortless”
  9. #99
    “O joyous, blossoming, ever-blessed flowers!
    ’Mid which my pensive queen her footstep sets;
    O plain, that hold’st her words for amulets
    And keep’st her footsteps in thy leafy bowers!
    O trees, with earliest green of springtime hours,
    And all spring’s pale and tender violets!
    O grove, so dark the proud sun only lets
    His blithe rays gild the outskirts of thy towers!
    O pleasant country-side! O limpid stream,
    That mirrorest her sweet face, her eyes so clear,
    And of their living light canst catch the beam!
    I envy thee her presence pure and dear.
    There is no rock so senseless but I deem
    It burns with passion that to mine is near.”
  10. #100
    “I once beheld on earth celestial graces
    And heavenly beauties scarce to mortals known,
    Whose memory yields nor joy nor grief alone,
    But all things else in cloud and dreams effaces.
    I saw how tears had left their weary traces
    Within those eyes that once the sun outshone,
    I heard those lips, in low and plaintive moan,
    Breathe words to stir the mountains from their places.
    Love, wisdom, courage, tenderness, and truth
    Made in their mourning strains more high and dear
    Than ever wove soft sounds for mortal ear;
    And heaven seemed listening in such saddest ruth
    The very leaves upon the bough to soothe,
    Such sweetness filled the blissful atmosphere.”
  11. #101
    “When Love doth those sweet eyes to earth incline,
    And weaves those wandering notes into a sigh
    With his own touch, and leads a minstrelsy
    Clear-voiced and pure, angelic and divine,—
    He makes sweet havoc in this heart of mine,
    And to my thoughts brings transformation high,
    So that I say, ‘My time has come to die,
    If fate so blest a death for me design.’
    But to my soul, thus steeped in joy, the sound
    Brings such a wish to keep that present heaven,
    It holds my spirit back to earth as well.
    And thus I live: and thus is loosed and wound
    The thread of life which unto me was given
    By this sole Siren who with us doth dwell.”
  12. #102
    ″Doth any maiden seek the glorious fame
    Of chastity, of strength, of courtesy?
    Gaze in the eyes of that sweet enemy
    Whom all the world doth as my lady name!
    How honor grows, and pure devotion’s flame,
    How truth is joined with graceful dignity,
    There thou mayst learn, and what the path may be
    To that high heaven which doth her spirit claim;
    There learn that speech, beyond all poet’s skill,
    And sacred silence, and those holy ways
    Unutterable, untold by human heart.
    But the infinite beauty that all eyes doth fill,
    This none can learn! because its lovely rays
    Are given by God’s pure grace, and not by art.”
  13. #103
    “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
    Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And too often is his gold complexion dimm’d:
    And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
    By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d;
    By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
    Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
    Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
  14. #104
    “Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
    Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
  15. #105
    “O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
    Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
    Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!”
  16. #106
    “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
    It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”
  17. #107
    “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.”
  18. #108
    “Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.”

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  1. #109
    “Whose woods these are I think I know
    His house is in the village though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.”
  2. #110
    “I have been one acquainted with the night.”
  3. #111
    “We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering... these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for.”
  4. #112
    “Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.”
  5. #113
    “Peace is always beautiful.”
  6. #114
    “Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.”
  7. #115
    “So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”
  8. #116
    “Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”
  9. #117
    “I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.”
  10. #118
    “Next to nothing for weight,
    And since they grew duller
    From contact with earth,
    Next to nothing for color.”
  11. #119
    “Next to nothing for use.
    But a crop is a crop,
    And who’s to say where
    The harvest shall stop?”
  12. #120
    “I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
  13. #121
    “You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”
  14. #122
    I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.
  15. #123
    And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.
  16. #124
    We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
  17. #125
    “So I will eat them in a box.
    And I will eat them with a fox.
    And I will eat them in a house.
    And I will eat them with a mouse.
    And I will eat them here and there.
    Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!”
  18. #126
    “I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.”
  1. #127
    “He sketches you as the antagonist and suddenly his transgressions become deleted scenes. He blames you for his sadness. And this is how the wolf cries boy.”
  2. #128
    “you wouldn’t let me
    love both of us
    at the same time”
  3. #129
    “When you choose to be a poet,
    you become a place that people walk through
    and then leave when they are ready”
  4. #130
    “Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, an extraordinary moment of poetry and grace.”
  5. #131
    “Pare down to the essence, but don’t remove the poetry.”
  6. #132
    “I am a lover of love and I am a lover of words, and the two together spin visions of airy castles, but also may pierce the heart of hope. And so I remind you that I am a fool, a poet, and what matters is reality, not lovely words. Words are full of promise, yet empty of matter.”
  7. #133
    “The word ‘mundane’ has come to mean ‘boring’ and ‘dull’, and it really shouldn’t - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from the latin mundus, meaning ‘the world’. And the world is anything but dull: The world is wonderful. There’s real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.”
  8. #134
    “I will follow you,
    my love,
    to the edge of all our days,
    to our very last
  9. #135
    “She was everything real in a world of make-believe. ”
  10. #136
    “We are all born free
    and spend a lifetime
    becoming slaves
    to our own
    false truths.”
  11. #137
    “That was her magic—
    she could still see the sunset
    even on those darkest days.”
  12. #138
    “What good are wings without the courage to fly?”
  13. #139
    “Love her but leave her wild ”
  14. #140
    “I worry there is something broken in our generation,
    there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.”
  15. #141
    “You should be only a little wise, never too wise. A wise man’s heart is seldom glad if he’s truly wise.”
  16. #142
    “Thought and Memory, my ravens, fly every day the whole world over. Each day I fear that Thought might not return, but I fear more for Memory.”
  17. #143
    “It was at the very beginning, it was Ymir’s time, there was no sand, no sea, no cooling waves, no earth, no sky, no grass, just Ginnungagap.”
  18. #144
    “He needs a fire, the one who has just come in, his knees are shivering. Food and dry clothes will do him well, after his journey over the mountains.”
  19. #145
    “Every man will manage his own wealth till his fated death-day, but there is a time when each one of us leaves here for Hel.”
  20. #146
    “At every doorway before you enter, you should look around, you should take a good look around--for you never know where your enemies might be seated within.”
  21. #147
    “Heed my words, all classes of men, you greater and lesser children of Heimdall. You summoned me, Odin, to tell what I recall of the oldest deeds of gods and men.”
  22. #148
    “He needs water, the one who has just arrived, dry clothes, and a warm welcome from a friendly host--and if he can get it, a chance to listen and be listened to.”
  23. #149
    “I remember the giants born so long ago; in those ancient days they raised me. I remember nine worlds, nine giantesses, and the seed from which Yggdrasil sprang.”
  24. #150
    “Even cows know when they should go home and leave behind the fields, but an unwise man does not know the measure of his own appetite.”
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