Quotes tagged ‘Poetry’

“We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us. We give because giving has changed us. We give because giving could have changed us.”

— Alberto Álvaro Ríos, narrativemagazine.com

“In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed.”

— Mary Oliver, amazon.com

“You are a wolf, and you are hungry but you howl for no man. You are a wolf, and you will cry for no one but the moon.”

— Sade Andria Zabala, amazon.com

“I was unable to get out of the car at Heaven’s Peak, because the sublime was frightening.”

— Prageeta Sharma, academyofamericanpoets.cmail19.com

“Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind. I seek no favor untouched by blood unrelenting as the curse of love permanent as my errors or my pride I do not mix love with pity nor hate with scorn and if you would know me look into th…”

— Audrey Lorde, mudras.tumblr.com

“Poets who think their art is an opportunity to communicate the bleakness of their lives should reconsider.”

— Garrison Keillor, mprnews.org

“ain’t we all just trying to be some type of sanctuary for someone? for every year we are not destroyed do they not remind us what a miracle it is to have lasted this long?”

— Clint Smith, beltwaypoetry.com

“I am no different than the weather, The planets or the trees; For there do not always have to be reasons For the seasons turning inside of me.”

— Suzy Kassem, amazon.com

“[Discussing his, and the other Beat Writer's style of writing poetry] First thought, best thought.”

— Allen Ginsberg, en.wikiquote.org

“I really would like to stop working forever–never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now–and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I’d like to keep living with someone — maybe even a man — and explore…”

— Allen Ginsberg, writing.upenn.edu

“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.”

— Allen Ginsberg, c250.columbia.edu

“The first time I heard my name in your mouth, the ground felt like a language I haven’t spoken in years. I forgot everything I knew about gravity.”

— Rudy Francisco, amazon.com

“God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when sp…”

— Sylvia Plath, neuroticpoets.com

“Keating: 'Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let's put you out of your misery.' Todd: 'I, I didn't do it. I didn't write a poem.' Keating: 'Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? Isn't that your wo…”

— Robin Williams, Ethan Hawke, John Keating, Todd Anderson, amazon.com

“John Keating: 'Mr. Pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first stanza of the poem you find there.' Pitts: '"To the Virgins To Make Much of Time"?' John Keating: 'Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate, isn't it?'”

— Robin Williams, James Waterston, John Keating, Pitts, amazon.com

“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these a…”

— Robin Williams, John Keating, amazon.com

“I will always love her like walking into fire. She will always be the kind of pretty so sharp it feels like loving a knife.”

— Natalie Wee, thoughtcatalog.com

“I’d like to press pause on the Apocalypse. Enough bad news for now.”

— John Horan, medium.com

“She has started to smile when her path is spinning to laugh when life grabs at her ankles pulling like dead weight. She has started to trust in the ways of the world to release her hold on what she cannot control heartache, hurt, change. She has started to realize that her body is beautiful, her min…”

— Marisa Donnelly, thoughtcatalog.com

“My poor heart is tired. Yet it keeps on beating. And so I will follow its rhythm, let it guide me home.”

— Marisa Donnelly, thoughtcatalog.com