Quotes by Poets - Page 178

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when don't want them to.
Roger Zelazny
I wish I had more breaks in life, rather than life breaking me.
Anthony Liccione
Sometimes you need to go through many small doors, to get to that big door of opportunity.
Anthony Liccione
This day is the most recent set of events to define you. Every day changes your life. Every last one.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Helping those less fortunate than us is a blessed opportunity to show thanks for the gifts of life that we ourselves enjoy.
Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum
I will never abandon one opportunity and wait for another. We have not reached the goal we are striving for. What you see now is nothing compared to our vision…just tiny parts of what lies ahead.
Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum
When two men are together, one of them may see some opportunity which the other has not caught sight of; if a man is alone he is less full of resource, and his wit is weaker.
Homer
It is not easy to let go, but when you do; not only do you realize the strength that lies within you, you also create an opportunity to see God perform the best of miracles in your life
Gugu Mona
earn what you can since everything's for sale
Geoffrey Chaucer
Every time you shift a blame on what you could have taken responsibility for, you deny yourself an opportunity to learn and grow.
Gugu Mona
It's not a competition, it's a doorway.
Mary Oliver
Not knowing when the dawn will comeI open every door.
Emily Dickinson
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.
Edith Lovejoy Pierce
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
Boris Pasternak
Much more. We're joined at the heart.""Bad luck for you, I'm afraid. My ticker's pretty wonky.""Too much boozing."His eyes twinkled, and he drew me close. "Not enough kissling.
Diane Ackerman
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The friendship that like live is warm; a love like friendship, steady.
Thomas Moore
The budstands for all things,even for those things that don’t flower,for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessaryto reteach a thing its loveliness,to put a hand on its browof the flowerand retell it in words and in touchit is lovelyuntil it flowers again from within, of self-blessing
Galway Kinnell
... (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all/lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.
E.E. Cummings
He is in love with the land that is always overThe next hill and the next, with the bird that is never,Caught, with the room beyond the looking glass.He likes the half-hid, the half-heard, the half-lit,The man in the fog, the road without an ending …
A.S.J. Tessimond
Grant me one hour on love’s most sacred shoresTo clasp the bosom that my soul adores,Lie heart to heart and merge my soul with yours.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine's Day echo every day of the year.
Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no feminine gaze that I would not forget at the sight of mountains covered with curly vegetation, and illumined by the southern sun, at the sight of the blue sky, or at the sound of a torrent that falls from crag to crag.
Mikhail Lermontov
You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always
Thomas Hardy
She's got a man's nightshirt on and stockings with holes in them. Somebody else's tie, a gold and green chevroned number, hangs around her neck and just at this moment it looks like a king's mantle draped over her shoulders. Her hair's all loose, her lipstick and eyeliner gone a-roving. She's got a cigar in one hand and a jar full of gin in the other, and she's laughing, laughing like for once that damned chicken crossed the road for something really good.
Catherynne M. Valente
Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow,And fields had a different scent,Autumn fields.
Anna Akhmatova
When did your namechange from a proper nounto a charm?Its three vowelslike jewelson the thread of my breath.Its consonantsbrushing my mouthlike a kiss.I love your name.I say it again and againin this summer rain.I see it,discreet in the alphabet,like a wish.I pray itinto the nighttill its letters are light.I hear your namerhyming, rhyming,rhyming with everything."Name
Carol Ann Duffy
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllableslike a charm, like a spell.Falling in loveis glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heartlike a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at meas I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you areon the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream."You
Carol Ann Duffy
Give me, you said, on our very first night,the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,and when I returned, you listened, enthralled,to the shadowy story I told.Give me the river,you asked the next night, then I’ll love you forever.I slipped from your arms and was gone,and when I came back, you listened, at dawn,to the glittering story I told.Give me, you said, the goldfrom the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed,and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast,for the dazzling story I told.Give me,the hedgerows, give me the fields,I slid from the warmth of our sheets, and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep,you stirred at the story I told.give me the silvery cold,of the moon. I pulled on my boots and my coat,but when i came back, moonlight on your throatoutshone the story I toldGive me, you howledon our sixth night together, the wind in the trees.You turned to the wall as I left,and when I came home, I saw you were deafto the blustering story I told.Give me the sky, all the spaceit can hold. I left you, the last night we loved,and when I returned, you were gone with the gold,and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields,and this is the story I’ve told."Give
Carol Ann Duffy
I found the words at the back of a drawer,wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold,dull gold. I had held them before,years ago,then put them away, forgetting whatever it wasI could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips,like a pledge, like a kiss,and my breathwarmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words,and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm –I love you, I love you, I love you –as though they were new."Finding the Words
Carol Ann Duffy
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.We find an hour together, spend it not on flowersor wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hairlike treasure on the ground; the Midas lightturning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for herewe are millionaires, backhanding the nightso nothing dark will end our shining hour,no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spithung from the blade of grass at your ear,no chandelier or spotlight see you better litthan here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Carol Ann Duffy
I tend the mobile nowlike an injured birdWe text, text, textour significant words.I re-read your first,your second, your third,look for your small xx,feeling absurd.The codes we sendarrive with a broken chord.I try to picture your hands,their image is blurred.Nothing my thumbs presswill ever be heard."Text
Carol Ann Duffy
I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.
Kamand Kojouri
Classicism is health, romanticisim is sickness.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that moment, it touched a string, a peg, deep inside him.
Qiu Xiaolong
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
E.E. Cummings
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
William Shakespeare
Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?
Vikram Seth
Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that formsthe fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweedsfilled your body with joy, and your luminous eyesand your mouth that has the smile of the water.A black yearning sun is braided into the strandsof your black mane, when you stretch your arms.You play with the sun as with a little brookand it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.
Pablo Neruda
Kiss thy lips and you will see what thou create.
Santosh Kalwar
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
William Shakespeare
As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.
John Mark Green
Out of the void and vastness of the cosmos, life emerges; audacious, improbable. You and I are here. No other miracle is needed.
John Mark Green
Hope is a flower which refuses to be crushed under life's brutal heel.
John Mark Green
There is no pride when it comes to survival, only determination.
Anthony Liccione
Brazen it out! Throw away the scabbard! Grit your teeth, buckle down, and die with your boots on! Or in other words, be determined and resolved until you accomplish the thing you set out to accomplish.
Richelle E. Goodrich
You can't do what you want to, so just do what you have to.
Moveena Rasheed
It's an unfortunate fact that I'm easily discouraged. But the fortunate truth is I'm stubborn as hell and near impossible to sway in my resolve.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Life is just repeated attempts at trying to do better.
Richelle E. Goodrich
...nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.
Peter Straub
Be fervent in God, and let nothing grieve you, whatever you encounter.
Hadewijch
Who told you it was too late? And more importantly, why did you choose to believe them?
Richelle E. Goodrich
Without asking anybody’s advice I turned myself insane sitting under the same sun and the same clouds.
Suman Pokhrel
Should I ask everyone the question that should not have been asked? Or should I turning up to the sky be answering the question that’s not been asked?
Suman Pokhrel
Like yeast, it’s impressive how considerably an ounce of determination can make one’s efforts grow and expand.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Ever notice the word 'rough' in through? There is truth to that, though the way may be rough, we are still able to get through it.
Anthony Liccione
You are right, I do fall down a lot. But that wouldn’t be true if I never stood back up.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Life is not only merriment,It is desire and determination.
Kahlil Gibran
If you plan to build walls around me, know this—I will walk through them.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Love will commit, or love will commit suicide.
Anthony Liccione