Quotes Tagged "poet"

Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?

SECRET SMILE End your day with a secret smile on your face.

I love you till I die!

You’re speaking volumes, my friend, and tonight we’re doing short poems only.

A poet is intensely in love with live and passionately wants to express his or her experience with love and beauty.

Poetry is the essence of life in which twinkling lights tickle the minds of readers and take them to a world where no one else can enter.

Poetry excites innate emotions and perceptions that let you create a new world where you have never visited and no one else can enter.

Poetry magically excites an unknown mysterious emotion.

A great poet gives words wings to fly in the reader's perceptual sky.

Poetry is when emotion blooms like flowers with the petals of words and spreads the fragrance of perception.

Without pain, poetry is not possible.

The poet’s whole frame seemed to hug itself together, to contract, to tighten. Then he said: ‘I’m not in the least annoyed by anyone’s ways. We’re all beetles in the dung of the earth. If you go about with me Solent, you won’t be able to think of yourself like you like to do, or about any of your young ladies either! You’ll be glad enough to get three good meals every day and to sleep as long as you can. … You’ll learn from me more about the value of sleep than about courting young ladies. … So my advice is, get back to London, where that lord of your is and teach -' He was interrupted by the opening of the front door and the sound of Olwen’s shrill voice [...]

the eyes want what the eyes see poor heart gets the blame.

I don't make much of a living, but I do live much of a making.

That happens a lot with Shakespeare. The women go after what they want; the men wind up suckered into things.

If I am less kind than I was yesterday, then I am failing as a human being.

You’re like a flower that’s ready to bloom, but never truly trusts the sun.

LOVE what you're doing ... and KEEP doing it with LOVE!

Have you been caring to all your children? Will they take you than be at old folks' den? Will they feel honored pushing your wheelchair? Will hearts break when your breath runs out of spare?

Why long for heaven up there we don't see, When there's heaven down here that's so lovely. Why mind the hell up there we can't fathom, When there's hell down here that's worse than Sodom.