Quotes by Poets - Page 104

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke
you mustn't have to make them want you they must want you themselves
Rupi Kaur
he saysi am sorry i am not an easy person to wanti look at him surprisedwho said i wanted easyi don’t crave easyi crave goddamn difficult
Rupi Kaur
I want, I don’t want.How can one live with such a heart?
Margaret Atwood
My mind is like a Zoo with no cages... Watch where you step
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Sometimes reality is a fantastically traumatic nightmare.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Give a man a fishtand he'll eat for a day.Teach him how to fish twith the right line, tthe right bait,tat the right time of day, tat the right sort of spot,tand if he has the right recreational or commercial licencethe may, twith practise and experience,tactually be able to feed himself tand his family tfor a lifetime.tAnd that tis something worth fishing for!
Cameron Semmens
The Holy Grail is within you – find your Inner Treasure
Jay Woodman
The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is silence, the second listening, the third memory, the fourth practice, the fifth teaching others".
Solomon ibn Gabirol
Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.
Maya Angelou
It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair.
Chinua Achebe
VIEW FROM A HILLI am not yet quite over it.I am lying down on top of it.Surveying behind me a wastelandOf dried-up promise.While the lights below twinkleWith dull mocking uncertainty.There isn't much left to look forward to,And the looking forward of the past has been belied.
John Tottenham
Moving on is the hardest thing to do, when that person made your life worth living for. Nomatter how difficult it's but we have to let go for own sake. Remember that your life is more precious than anything in this world.
S.Z.J. Mtshali
Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?
Kahlil Gibran
Life is a combo of attachment and detachment. Love is the most natural thing and you are bound to get attached to persons, places and things. However, while getting attached so, you should know that all these attachments too have an expiry date. It's exactly at that point that the art of detachment helps. Persons, places and things are meant for specific periods in life after which you should know how to let go and embrace newer things. The world is beautiful and you should have belief in Him.
Neelam Saxena Chandra
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
Tupac Shakur
...the/ supreme end-result of/ early Gothic phallic forms/ is the skyscraper & the/ oil drill & powered/ compressor & pistons of/ great engines...
Jack Kerouac
POUNDttWe spend twelve hundred generations developing t so-called civilization to the point where it produces an expert who can offer us salvation from our superstitions, and all we end up with is another superstition! If it takes someone like Freud to save us from our neuroses, what’s ttit gonna take to save us from Freud?
Billy Marshall-Stoneking
We know we are a species obsessed with itself and its own past and origins. We know we are capable of removing from the sanctuary of the earth shards and fragments, and gently placing them in museums. Great museums in great cities—the hallmarks of civilisation.
Kathleen Jamie
Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
Barbara Kingsolver
To know only one thing well is to have a barbaric mind: civilization implies the graceful relation of all varieties of experience to a central human system of thought.
Robert Graves
But, for myself, the Earth’s records had taught me to look for widest ruin as the price of highest civilization.
Edgar Allan Poe
What held the civilized world together was the thinnest tissue of nothing but human will.
Paulette Jiles
I hate paying taxes. But I love the civilization they give me
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
The flush toilet, more than any single invention, has 'civilized' us in a way that religion and law could never accomplish.
Thomas Lynch
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.
Charles Bukowski
You need to give money when someone gives you a knife. So the bad luck won't cut you. I wouldn't like it for you to be cut by the bad luck, Jimmy.
Margaret Atwood
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none. Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Marcus Valerius Martialis
Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath -they're lucky, they can't die again.
Tony Harrison
Fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.
Jalaluddin Rumi
The good die when they should live, the evil live when they should die; heroes perish and cowards escape; noble efforts do not succeed because they are noble, and wickedness is consumed in its own nature. Looking at truth is not at first a heartening experience--it becomes so, if at all, only with time, with infinite patience, and with the luck of a little personal happiness.
William Alexander Percy
I am not lucky, but I am favoured because luck runs out; but God's favour will abide with me forever.
Gugu Mona
A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.
Juvenal
If you are lucky, one day you'll get the chance to have your life defined by how much you loved and were loved by someone else.
Iain S. Thomas
But luck withered by conservative, tired, riskless living can be plumped up again--after all, it was only a bit thirsty for something to do.
Catherynne M. Valente
Nobody can be lucky all the time,so when your luck deserts you in some fashiondon't think you've been abandoned in your prime,but rather that you're saving up your ration.
Piet Hein
Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.
Ben Jonson
Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
Barbara Kingsolver
Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Sometimes a crumb fallsFrom the tables of joy, Sometimes a boneIs flung.To some peopleLove is given, To othersOnly heaven.
Langston Hughes
I've learned to feel good when I feel good.it's better to be driven around in a red porschethan to ownone. the luck of the fool is inviolate.
Charles Bukowski
Luck is the residue of design.
John Milton
My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.
Munia Khan
I must have had some high object in life, for I feel unbounded strength within me. But I never discovered it and was carried away by the allurements of empty, un-rewarding passions. I was tempered in their flames and came out cold and hard as steel, but I'd lost forever that fire of noble endeavour, that finest flower of life. How many time since then have I been an axe in the hands of fate? Like an engine of execution, I've descended on the heads of the condemned, often without malice, but always without pity. My love has brought no one happiness, for I've never sacrificed a thing for those I've loved. I've loved for myself, for my own pleasure, I've only tried to satisfy a strange inner need. I've fed on their feelings, love, joys and sufferings, and always wanted more. I'm like a starving man who falls asleep exhausted and sees rich food and sparkling wines before him. He rapturously falls on these phantom gifts of the imagination and feels better, but the moment he wakes up his dream disappears and he's left more hungry and desperate than before.
Mikhail Lermontov
doctors & druggists wash each other's hands
Geoffrey Chaucer
In the corrupted currents of this worldOffence's gilded hand may shove by justice,And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itselfBuys out the law. . . (Claudius, from Hamlet, Act 3, scene 3)
William Shakespeare
This story shall the good man teach his son;And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,From this day to the ending of the world,But we in it shall be remembered-We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;For he to-day that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,This day shall gentle his condition;And gentlemen in England now-a-bedShall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaksThat fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
William Shakespeare
More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Polonius, Hamlet.
William Shakespeare
O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!
William Shakespeare
We will meet; and there we may rehearse mostobscenely and courageously.Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2
William Shakespeare
Ram. My lord constable, the armor that I saw in your tent to-night, are those stars or suns upon it?Con. Stars, my lord.Dau. Some of them will fall to-morrow, I hope.Con. And yet my sky shall not want.Dau. That may be, for you bear a many superfluously, and ’twere more honor some were away.Con. Even as your horse bears your praises; who would trot as well, were some of your brags dismounted.Henry V, 3.7.69-78
William Shakespeare
Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love.Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art!Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!
William Shakespeare
I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.
William Shakespeare
All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare
Jorge Luis Borges
After Portia has trapped Shylock through his own insistence upon the letter of the law of Contract, she produces another law by which any alien who conspires against the life of a Venetian citizen forfeits his goods and places his life at the Doge’s mercy. […] Shakespeare, it seems to me, was willing to introduce what is an absurd implausibility for the sake of an effect which he could not secure without it: at the last moment when, through his conduct, Shylock has destroyed any sympathy we may have felt for him earlier, we are reminded that, irrespective of his personal character, his status is one of inferiority. A Jew is not regarded, even in law, as a brother.
W.H. Auden
Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than ever thou loved’st Cassius.
William Shakespeare
Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give; nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime's by action dignified.
William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,Desire his death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William Shakespeare
n sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,I am to learn;And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,That I have much ado to know myself.
William Shakespeare
willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI'm so damned literaryand at the same time the waters rushing past remindme of nothing
Frank O'Hara