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Love Quotes
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.Love Trust Soul
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.Love Relationship
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.Love Soul
Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.Love Short
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.Love
To live in this world you must be able to do three things- to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it goLove
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of booksLove Learning Book
The sunlight clasp the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?Love Nature Earth
i am a museum full of art but you had your eyes shutLove Art
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.Love Romance
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.Love Secret
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.Love
A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?Love Truth
the saddest thing is to be a minute to someone, when you've made them your eternity.Love Pain
Lovers alone wear sunlight.Love
I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Love Short
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.Love Passion
Poetry is language beyond logic. For love and longings poetry is must.Love Short
We love the things we love for what they are.Love Short
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Life Quotes
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.Life Short
Every day one should at least hear one little song, read one good poem, see one fine painting and -- if at all possible -- speak a few sensible words.Life Music Art
Life is a tapestry woven by the decisions we make.Life Short
If tears of love, joy, and ecstasy have not washed your cheeks, you are yet to taste life.Life Love Short Joy
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in.Life
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends- It gives a lovely light!Life
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.Life Music Art
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.Life Writing
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.Life Difficulty
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.Life Short Work
Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.Life
These 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.Life
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within itLife Short
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.Life Memory Sadness
Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.Life
The virtues of fear are too many to list, It can even render you short of breath, and short of everything that is life.Life Short Fear
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.Life Time Universe
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.Life
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Pride is a crown of thorns that makes one perceive even pain as pleasureShort Pain Pleasure
Resist much, obey little.Short
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.Short
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.Short Soul
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.Short
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.Short
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.Short
We ran as if to meet the moon.Short
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.Short
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.Short
I saw a flower, Thought it was giving On closer look realized It's just living.Short
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.Short Humor
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.Short Darkness
As an art form, Twitter is like poetry - every word countsShort Art
Never write prose when you can write poetryShort Writer
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.Short World
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Beauty Quotes
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.Beauty Imagination Inspirational
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.Beauty
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.Beauty
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.Beauty God Life Music
Let everything happen to you, Beauty and terror, Just keep going, No feeling is finalBeauty Feeling
To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.Beauty Life Love Music
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to knowBeauty Truth Earth
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.Beauty Love World Secret
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.Beauty Life
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.Beauty Death Women
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...Beauty Simile
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.Beauty Romantic
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.Beauty Love Short
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They sicken of the calm who know the storm.Women Action
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.Art
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.Desire Freedom Comfort
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.Heart Short
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Death Inspirational Philosophy
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.God
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.God Religion Humor
If you use the horror of who you are as manure, the beauty of who you could be could flower.Inspirational Wisdom
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.Dreams Reality
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.Nature Time
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.Understanding
She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.Humor Darkness Light
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.Emotions
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silentMusic Literature
Music is the universal language of mankind.Music
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.Death Earth
The rain to the wind said, 'You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.Words
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been
You are never too old to become younger!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.Heart Short Earth
life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesisDeath Life Short
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smokeLoneliness Soul Passion
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.Children Honesty Integrity
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.Darkness Understanding
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters... But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fallHeart Life Sadness
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.Heart
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.Imagination Humans
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.Reality
Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.Imagination
I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?Nature Art
If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.Inspirational Smile Reading
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature moreMusic Nature Society
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.Death Love
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.Joy
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!Music
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.Friendship Love
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.Heart Imagination Love Truth
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.Dreams
There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.Friendship Simile
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.Heart
Freely we serve Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.Freedom Love
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.Truth
That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.Loneliness Love
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.Compassion
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.Music Book
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.Freedom
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.Heart Love Devotion
If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles.Death
It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.Music Short
You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eyeRelationship
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
If I were the rain... that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle... Would I be able to bind two hearts together?Heart Love Earth
I love Twitter for the same reason that I love poetry - every word matters.
Many great works of art, poetry, and music are inspired by astral memories. The desire to do noble, beautiful things here on Earth is also often a carryover of astral experiences between a person's earth livesMusic Art Earth
In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping, serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving, My soul constantly hums, unheard by any, God, God, GodGod Soul
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hairEarth
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.Words
There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.Hope Light
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.Words
I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different
Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.Passion
in a world full of temporary things you are a perpetual feeling.Feeling
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.Light
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
I wanted all things To seem to make some sense, So we could all be happy, yes, Instead of tense. And I made up lies So that they all fit nice, And I made this sad world A par-a-dise.Happiness
And one by one, the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.Fear Darkness
"Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."Pain
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him
If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.Pain Smile
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
If you are a dreamer- come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax-golden tales to spin, Come in! Come in!Imagination
I went down to the river, I sat down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.Death
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.Nature
I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. 
Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. 
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. 
It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. 
There is no greater sorrow Than to recall a happy time When miserable. 
Love as many think is not just an emotion, but a rail that guides our thought and emotion from the barrenness of exclusion to the harvest of inclusive existence. Love is not just a bond but a balloon that buoys you to the borders of boundlessness 
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! 
The Bible has noble poetry in it... and some good morals and a wealth of obscenity, and upwards of a thousand lies. 
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. 
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. 
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole. 
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. 
To live in this world you must be able to do three things- to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go 
The sunlight clasp the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? 
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. 
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. 
A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon? 
Lovers alone wear sunlight. 
I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. 
I don't care what you say to me. I care what you share with me. 
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. 
Every day one should at least hear one little song, read one good poem, see one fine painting and -- if at all possible -- speak a few sensible words. 
If tears of love, joy, and ecstasy have not washed your cheeks, you are yet to taste life. 
Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in. 
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends- It gives a lovely light! 
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week. 
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. 
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. 
Life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit. 
These 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. 
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. 
Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along. 
The virtues of fear are too many to list, It can even render you short of breath, and short of everything that is life. 
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. 
Tiger mask, lion mask. Monkey mask, donkey mask. Man mask, woman mask. Divine! Only if you unmask 
Resist much, obey little. 
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. 
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry. 
Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. 
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. 
We ran as if to meet the moon. 
Poetry is what gets lost in translation. 
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can. 
I saw a flower, Thought it was giving On closer look realized It's just living. 
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. 
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. 
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror. 
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul. 
To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it. 
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know 
Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty. 
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. 
The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world. 
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes... 
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. 
In the middle of winter, I found in me an invincible summer
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
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.
Listen- are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.
I would know you are happy if your bones did Smile and I hear the rattle.
If you use the horror of who you are as manure, the beauty of who you could be could flower.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent
Music is the universal language of mankind.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
The rain to the wind said, 'You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been
You are never too old to become younger!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters... But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fall
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.
I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination.
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the disheveled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.
There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.
Freely we serve Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
That's love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles.
You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye
Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
If I were the rain... that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle... Would I be able to bind two hearts together?
I love Twitter for the same reason that I love poetry - every word matters.
Many great works of art, poetry, and music are inspired by astral memories. The desire to do noble, beautiful things here on Earth is also often a carryover of astral experiences between a person's earth lives
In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping, serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving, My soul constantly hums, unheard by any, God, God, God
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different
Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
in a world full of temporary things you are a perpetual feeling.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.
I wanted all things To seem to make some sense, So we could all be happy, yes, Instead of tense. And I made up lies So that they all fit nice, And I made this sad world A par-a-dise.
And one by one, the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
"Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him
If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
If you are a dreamer- come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax-golden tales to spin, Come in! Come in!
I went down to the river, I sat down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.