Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.
There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.
England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune.
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.
Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.
These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.
There is no 'the truth,' 'a truth'--truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity.
Unspeakable is the variety of form and immeasurable the diversity of beauty, but in all is the seal of unity.
Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.
Everything has been said and everything has been done, but you still feel like you are looking for something.
Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.
What is it to be wise? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.
The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.
For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days.
Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.
Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.
I shall try to write a poem that is about the moment but doesn't betray things that are true to me as a poet.
I think the grotesque can inspire intimacy (it draws us in) as well as awe, like the cabinets of curiosities.
We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.
My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.
The only thing about a man that is a man . . . is his mind. Everything else you can find in a pig or a horse.
I have always known that at last I would take this road, but yesterday I did not know that it would be today.
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
Fame is what you have taken, character is what you give; when to this truth you waken then you begin to live.
The view of the Rocky Mountains from the Divide near Kiowa Creek is considered one of the finest in Colorado.
The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.
One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.
I think the pleasure of form is that you have a companion with you besides all the poetry you have ever read.
I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.
I'm a nearly uncontrollable Geoff Dyer fan, who I think is one of the most comically brilliant writers today.
I'm easily frightened, and I've also come to realize that old Catholic guilt or remorse is easily stimulated.
Editing might be a bloody trade. But knives aren't the exclusive property of butchers. Surgeons use them too.
Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.