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I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.
Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.
Even if you look in the dictionary you know the meaning of the word or phrase, but there's still the feeling of it.
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.
Stories are medicine. They have such power; they do not require that we do, be, act anything - we need only listen.
The deterioration of symbols is natural. They wear out, needing to be reclaimed, recreated; returned to the spirit.
What is last year's snow to me, Last year's anything? The tree Budding yearly must forget How its past arose or set
The task of the artist at any time is uncompromisingly simple to discover what has not yet been done, and to do it.
If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
There is a beauty that arises from withholding judgment and evading comparison, a grace in not demanding consensus.
At Delphi I prayed to Apollo that he maintain in me the flame of the poem and I drank of the brackish spring there.
I'm not the only person in the world who is suffering. I'm trying to talk to the world, responding to those voices.
I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
Do not ask if a man has been through college; ask if a college has been through him; if he is a walking university.
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless as it too often does; it hardens you and makes you sour, narrow and skeptical
Poetry is partly sympathy, don't you think? If it's any good, it gets people to think about others' points of view.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
USURY is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.
The only hope I can see for the future depends on a wiser and braver use of the reason, not a panic flight from it.
Since in the long run deception is likely to be found out, your character had better not only seem good, but be it.
The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land.
I want to prove that if you write in strict meter and rhyme about subjects people care about, they will buy poetry.
When I was young I wanted to be the greatest blues singer of all time. I wrecked my education and left home for it.
To have opinions is to sell out to youself. To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.
How is the anxious soul of man befool'd in his desire, That thinks an hectic fever may be cool'd in flames of fire?
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
No human power can force the intrenchments of the human mind: compulsion never persuades; it only makes hypocrites.
To call it a crime against Mankind is to miss at least half its significance, it is also the punishment of a crime.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.
O love, what strange and wonderful fits: one sole thing, one beauty alone, can give me life and deprive me of wits.
When the waitress puts the dinner on the table, the old men look at the dinner. The young men look at the waitress.
He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife. [He can give little to his servant that licks his knife.]
I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My King.
I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.
Your humble light the fire of your mind blinds you: If you walk with a lantern in the dark you won't see the stars.
Feeling essentially superior to other people is as sure a sign of poor self-esteem as feeling essentially inferior.
My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.
Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.
Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.