Quotes by Poets - Page 108

Of all the parts of your body, be most vigilant over your index finger, for it is blame-thirsty. A pointed finger is a victim’s logo.
Joseph Brodsky
I know supposedly God has anger, vengeance, and wrath, and if he doesn’t have a sense of humor I’m in big trouble!
Stanley Victor Paskavich
It is so rare to find someone of true understanding; for the most part they judge purely by their own standards and ignore everyone else. So all they see of me is a façade. There are times when I am forced to sit with them and on such occasions I simply ignore their petty criticisms, not because I am particularly shy but because I consider it pointless. As a result, they now look down upon me as a dullard.
Murasaki Shikibu
Galleries are frightening places, places of evaluation, of judgement.
Margaret Atwood
What if there is no such thing as other people's wrongness..... ?
Jay Woodman
If God knows the number of hairs on your head he already knew where you will go after you're dead
Stanley Victor Paskavich
If God knows the number of hairs on your head he already knew where you'll go after you're dead.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
In Gods infinite wisdom if he send you to Heaven or Hell should you love him any less?
Stanley Victor Paskavich
We are all hypocrites. We cannot see ourselves or judge ourselves the way we see and judge others.
José Emilio Pacheco
...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes
Thomas Hardy
I've said that he and I had been crazyfor each other. But maybe my ex and I were notcrazy for each other. Maybe wewere sane for each other, as if our desirewas almost not even personal -it was personal, but that hardly mattered, since thereseemed to be no other womanor man in the world.
Sharon Olds
Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live.
Charles Bukowski
This supreme instance of Troy's goodness fell upon Gabriel's ears like the thirteenth stroke of a crazy clock.
Thomas Hardy
He is as good as anybody in this parish! He is very particular, too, about going to church-yes, he is!''I am afeard nobody ever saw him there. I never did, certainly.''The reason of that is,' she said eagerly, 'that he goes in privately by the old tower door, just when the service commences, and sits at the back of the gallery. He told me so.'This supreme instance of Troy's goodness fell upon Gabriel's ears like the thirteenth stroke of a crazy clock. It was not only received with utter incredulity as regarded itself, but threw doubt on all the assurances that had preceded it.
Thomas Hardy
I admit I'm bipolar but if you think I'm stupid you're crazy
Stanley Victor Paskavich
I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather" from the poem "Beyond the Beacon" in TerraAffirmative
Jay Woodman
He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
Richard Siken
Breathe as long as the sky is alive
Munia Khan
Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)Whispering to myselftWith every step I take,Trying out names, for I knowtThere is something yet to be called …..I know it, something up aheadtJust around the bendOr over the rise –tA bird taking to the skyFrom the edge of a jagged cliff – A bird floating outwardsIn silence ……. A silencetWaiting for a footstepTo crunch on stones,tFor a voice to fling upwardThrough sharp sunlighttWith a name…… callingBefore the bird could calltBefore the bird called.Oh the bird was there alrighttAnd sure it took flightWhen it heard me approachtBut it broke my heartWith a mighty croak!So I’m sitting here playingtWith a purple flowerSlender stem, no leavestPurple fizz –And it’s quiet again.tI am stillI am nothingtAnd the hillIs a long, long slopetDown, down, down to the seaFar below.I could rolltI could runI could screamtBut I am nothing.A cool wind blowstAnd the light is naked and namelessAnd the rocks are faces of angelstAnd the bird in the sky wheelsAnd cries to forget the earthtAnd its ancient bones –Oh, sensual pain –tWings…. Wings…. Wings,Singing wings.If only I could begin To describe the emptinessWhich fills me to the brimtWith new breathI might almost lose my nametAnd take instead a feather for my soul.
Jay Woodman
Blossom time, drunk together, banishing spring sorrow;drunk, we broke off flowering limbs, counters for our rounds of wine.Suddenly I remembered my old friend, gone to the edge of the sky:by my reckoning, today he must have reached Liang-chou.
Bai Juyi
Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.
Cecilia Llompart
The colour of the sea and the skyAre both blue and yet distinctOne depends on the other And, the other is by love inked…
Neelam Saxena Chandra
None of them knew the color of the sky.
Stephen Crane
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
Joë Bousquet
What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little button glowing.Never in my life I wentSo deep into the firmament.
Harold Monro
I loved the flowers that die, I loved the charm of the sky.
Santosh Kalwar
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
Sorin Cerin
The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.
Roberto Bolaño
I love you. I know what a body suffers, but I cannot forget my lessons.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
If dual torment is to be my one condition,both of loving and being loved I would quit.
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.
Catherynne M. Valente
My greatest discovery has been my love of boredom and to get fun out of it.
Julien Torma
A friend comes over with a Ouija board.It spells out: Bourbon. Where’s the band?Just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.
Kelli Russell Agodon
They said 'ski', but they heard 'vodka'!
Ismail Kadare
Feeling free of full & empty, feeling here but also there, Neither or but simply both, a universe within, one single stare.
Jay Woodman
Keep fit and have fun!" ~Hal Johnson and Joanne McLeod
kevin mcpherson eckhoff
Imagine if fire extinguishers were fullof snow. Imagine the fun we could have.
Neil Hilborn
Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together
Kobayashi Issa
I can't stop.
Shane L. Koyczan
I pawned the remote to my misery,trading it in for liquor that was cheap;screwdrivers for my vitamin c,and a little bloodstream to my IV,helping to soothe my lunacy
Phil Volatile
Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you’ve grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.
Elijah Noble El
Now I’msober and Irealize, Ididn’t drink toescape the world,I drank to escapemyself
Phil Volatile
We've been there and come back. When you fall in the pit, people are supposed to help you up. But you have to get up on your own. We'll take your arms, but you have to get your legs underneath you and stand.
Bucky Sinister
They got drunk and high on a regular basis, but this is a vestige of youth that you either quit while you're young or you become an addict if you don't die. If you are the Old Guy In The Punk House, move out. You have a substance abuse problem.
Bucky Sinister
Just as others pray daily, you should think to yourself daily about what you can do to be closer to this Ideal Image. Think: "What can I do today to make my life better?" "What can I do to become more like my Ideal Image?
Bucky Sinister
The idea that people who guarded you could also be the people that you needed guarding from was nothing anyone should have to learn.
Tiphanie Yanique
No, love, in real life you can get all the way to death and never have finished one single story.
Catherynne M. Valente
To be alive──is Power.
Emily Dickinson
Websites promote you 24/7: No employee will do that.
Paul Cookson
great web design without functionality is like a sports car with no engine.
Paul Cookson
websites should look good from the inside and out
Paul Cookson
a website without SEO is like a car with no gas
Paul Cookson
running a business without marketing will kill it
Paul Cookson
A business without marketing is dead.
Paul Cookson
advertising produces familiarity which produces sales
Paul Cookson
Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the starry sky. They were the notes of Oak´s flute. It came from the direction of a small dark object under the hedge - a shephard´s hut - now presenting an outline to which an unintiated person might have been puzzled to attach either meaning or use. ... Being a man not without a frequent consciousness that there was some charm in this life he led, he stood still after looking at the sky as a useful instrument, and regarded it in an appreciative spirit, as a work of art superlatively beautiful. For a moment he seemed impressed with the speaking loneliness of the scene, or rather with the complete abstraction from all its compass of the sights and sounds of man. ... Oak´s motions, though they had a quiet energy, were slow, and their deliberateness accorded well with his occupation. Fitness being the basis of beauty, nobody could have denied tha his steady swings and turns in and about the flock had elements of grace. His special power, morally, physically, and mentally, was static. ... Oak was an intensely human man: indee, his humanity tore in pieces any politic intentions of his which bordered on strategy, and carried him on as by gravitation. A shadow in his life had always been that his flock should end in mutton - that a day could find a shepherd an arrant traitor to his gentle sheep.
Thomas Hardy
Such a lot is won when even a single man gets to his feet and says No
Bertolt Brecht
How he loved and yetwished to leave you: always both, at once.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Strange things are happening to us.’‘To our children.’‘They sayhe is looking for the spirit of Independence.’‘They say he is looking for himself.’‘For his ownspirit.’‘Which he lost when the white man came.
Ben Okri