Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.
The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, / Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.
Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.
Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.
Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.
I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.
Cookbooks bear the same relation to real books that microwave food bears to your grandmother?s.
He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp posts - for support rather than for illumination.
Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.
I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.
The little things are what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
No man is bound to be rich or great, - no, nor to be wise; but every man is bound to be honest.
Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.
Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can't bear to see it.
If I want to get my ideas out, I have to be involved in the mechanism that the world is ran by.
From my most unnoticed actions, my most veiled writing - from these alone will I be understood.
There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.
If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.
I think the dangers are different now. Our abuse of the planet and our resources is an anxiety.
You will hear words old and spent and useless like costumes left over from yesterday's parties.
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
Courts are places where the ending is written first and all that precedes is simply vaudeville.
It's when you begin to lie to yourself in a poem in order to simply make a poem, that you fail.
You can do anything, literally, right? That's one of the exciting possibilities of the present.
Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.
The person who bears and suffers evils with meekness and silence is the sum of a Christian man.
This is my first collaboration [with Mary Hamill] so I'm going to learn how it's going to work.
It's just that different emotions and perceptions demand different frequencies and intensities.
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
To speak from a particular place and time is not provincialism but part of a writer's identity.
Consider your origins: you were not made to live as brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.
You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?