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But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.
This mountain is so formed that it is always wearisome when one begins the ascent, but becomes easier the higher one climbs.
A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart, and every single White be seared by wounds. I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.
These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.
You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds Except the one in which you belong.
In December of 1952, my first wife, Kirby, and I left Vienna to drive through the Russian sector of Austria into Yugoslavia.
Some days I feel good about my work, and sometimes I feel I've never written anything worthwhile. That's par for the course.
Soon the purple dark must bruise Lily and bleeding-heart and rose, And the little Cupid lose Eyes and ears and chin and nose
I also have my backpack of the tried-and-true, and because it is new to [my students], it becomes fresh to me again as well.
If I didn't care for fun and such, I'd probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.
Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.
Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed— I think they would be better dead.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
But keep on working and hoping still. For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, somehow, it seems, all things work out.
The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.
Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply.
I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
Many a man who might walk over burning ploughshares into heaven stumbles from the path because there is gravel in his shoes.
Mount Tamalpais became my house. For Cezanne, Sainte-Victoire was no longer a mountain. It was an absolute. It was painting.
I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.
But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!
Afflictions clarify the soul; And like hard masters, give more hard directions, Tutoring the non-age of uncurbed affections.
It is well for a man when he has learned to endure what he cannot change, and to give up with dignity what he cannot retain.
Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable - as a member of a crowd, he at once becomes a blockhead.
Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.
My feet, they haul me Round the House, They hoist me up the Stairs; I only have to steer them, and They Ride me Everywheres.
Old Peter Grimes made fishing his employ; His wife he cabined with him and his boy, And seemed that life laborious to enjoy.
Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.
I like art history and art criticism. Leo Steinberg has always been my favorite. Hes very original, very accurate and acute.
I wouldn't be very happy if a poet read what I had written and said, 'What a peculiar thing to say about this work of mine.'
Christianity is not a mere set of opinions to be embraced by understanding. It is the work of the heart as well as the head.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.
Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
And here is a doctrine at which you will laugh. It seems to me, Govinda, that love is the most important thing in the world.
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.
Ethnic life in the United States has become a sort of contest like baseball in which the blacks are always the Chicago Cubs.
Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh! let thy grace supply, The good unask'd, in mercy grant; The ill, though ask'd, deny.
I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.
Neither a person entirely broken nor one entirely whole can speak. In sorrow, pretend to be fearless. In happiness, tremble.
I know Priyanka Chopra personally. She is a cultured, decent and educated person and the fact remains that she is an Indian.
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.