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We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.
That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future.
we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.
Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.
History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
Poets have to keep pushing, pushing, against the darkness, and write their way out of it as well.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
I could never see a book written in a foreign language without the most ardent desire to read it.
Shaving is a way to start the workday by ritually not cutting your throat when you've the chance.
I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.
You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!
If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black.
Any collective action is made up of individuals who one day decided not to sit and watch anymore.
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.
We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans. IhavemorememoriesthanifIwereonethousandyearsold.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
You just rebel against everything. How are you going to survive? I don't know. I'm already tired.
It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.
I liked museums but I wanted to be a dancer, I wanted to go into performing arts, or be a writer.
I find myself continually falling back into wounds, wishes, terrors I thought I had risen beyond.
Curiosity began my journey, which led to regret, which brings me always to wonder and dedication.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
For there is a sound reasoning upon all flowers. For flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ.
The grapevine should be named after a more bitter fruit. It should be called the grapefruit tree.
I tended to emphasize the secular, the casual, the colloquial, the vernacular against the sacred.
I believe that human beings are desperate, always, to belong to something larger than themselves.
Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten when their noblest and most enduring works decay?
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am.
I can't tear up a poem and be a sound bite for you. Why is that so hard for anyone to understand?
The only dependable law of life - everything is always worse than you thought it was going to be.
The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.
His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.
Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me
Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
Satan is cunning and man is weak, but God rules the heart of his faithful, and does what he will.
Making a choice is like backing a horse - in a hundred years, they may decide you picked wrongly.
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.