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The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light.
In the beginning was the secret brain. The brain was celled and soldered in the thought
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person’s life.
Poetry begins where language starts: in the shadows and accidents of one person's life.
Let me be a little kinder, Let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me.
Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.
The poet is like the earth's shadow. The sun moves, and the poet writes something down.
Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.
The first rule of translation: make sure you know at least one of the bloody languages!
I only buy a computer when it's two years old, after the glitches have been worked out.
Frequently a big advantage can be gained by knowing how to give in at the right moment.
What has always made a Hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his Heaven.
For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; It must be right: I've done it from my youth.
Who calls a lawyer rogue, may find, too lateUpon one of these depends his whole estate.
In her experience all her friends relied, Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.
The drunkard forfeits man and doth divest All wordly right, save what he hath by beast.
A diligent Scholer, and the Master's paid. [A diligent scholar, and the master's paid.]
We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake.
Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.
A man must...not be content to do things well, but must also aim to do them gracefully.
The judge said I was a menace to society because I had put crime on a scientific basis.
In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.
at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.
We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
It is an act of courage to acknowledge our own uncertainty and sit with it for a while.
No book or expert can protect us from the range of painful emotions that make us human.
At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick of quicksand took.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.
That was only the beginning - where one burns books, one will finally also burn people.
If we understand the past, we are more likely to recognise what is happening around us.
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.