Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Plot does not simply move with time, but spreads out conceptually in metaphorical space.
When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
Don't hold grudges; it's pointless. Jealousy too is a non-cathartic, negative emotion. .
He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
First, a poem must be magical, then musical as a sea-gull and it must hold fire as well.
Liberty is the right of every man to be honest, to think and to speak without hypocrisy.
I don't want to dive into that mud slide, which is what I consider the literary process.
Wit resembles a coquette; those who the most eagerly run after it are the least favored.
My mother wrote lyrics and sang but was overtaken by life with four children and worked.
I hate films with a clear message, ones that have their answers already when they start.
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
Such men as fortune raises from a mean estate to the highest elevation by way of a joke.
The instruction of the foolish is a waste of knowledge; soap cannot wash charcoal white.
Lift the veil that obscures the heart, and there you will find what you are looking for.
In the tight belly of the dead, Burrow with hungry head, And inlay maggots like a jewel.
Man is free whenever he produces or manifests God, and through this he becomes immortal.
Poetry, which is written while no one is looking, is meant to be looked at for all time.
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.
Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.
But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.
He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.
Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.
No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Evil is simply a grammatical error: a failure to leap the precipice between "he" and "I.
It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.
And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold
Knowing is passing from the false to the true and seeing the Absolute Whole in the part.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.
Because I am a mother, I am capable of being shocked: as I never was when I was not one.
I have a big following among the biogeeks of this world. Nobody ever puts them in books.
Only ways you can keep folks hating is to keep them apart and separated from each other.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.
However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.
On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?
The challenge is to keep up with all the new poets at the same time I love the old ones.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Poetic success is when you write a poem that makes you excited and bewildered and aglow.
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole.