Quotes by Poets - Page 2

If the king had given me for my ownParis, his citadel,And I for that must leave aloneHer whom I love so well,I'd say then to the CrownTake back your glittering townMy darling is more fair, I swear.My darling is more fair.
Richard Wilbur
It is a good thing to go to Paris for a few days if you have had a lot of trouble, and that is my advice to everyone except Parisians.
Muriel Spark
I have heard queens' swans, moved a man to cry,heard Bach played in the Metro on guitars.I have made love in Paris. Let me die.
Jennifer Reeser
The breath of Paris pushes at my shutters.From the Balcony
Jennifer Reeser
Paris has always seemed ... the only city where you can live and express yourself as you please.
Natalie Clifford Barney
O bid me mount and sail up thereAmid the cloudy wrack,For Peg and Meg and Paris' loveThat had so straight a back,Are gone away, and some that stayHave changed their silk for sack.
W.B. Yeats
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).
Charles Baudelaire
And trade is art, and art's philosophy,In Paris.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
Jack Kerouac
Study is the child of silence and mystery.
Henri Murger
Only a fool would dream of riches when what is rarest are moments
Bruce Meyer
He pondered that a little while and then he asked, do Black people have to pay for their doctors, too? Because that's what TV programs had said. I smiled a little at this and told him it's not only Black people who have to pay for doctors and medical care; all people in America have to. Ah, he said. And suppose you don't have the money to pay? Well, I said, if you don't have the money to pay, sometimes you died. And there was no mistaking my gesture, even though he had to wait for the translator to translate it. We left him looking absolutely nonplussed, standing in the middle of the square with his mouth open and his hand under his chin staring after me, as in utter amazement that human beings could die from lack of medical care. It's things like that that keep me dreaming about Russia long after I've returned.
Audre Lorde
Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Emma Lazarus
Over done forgotten gone now my troubles will move on.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Wise people do not claim to know it all, they always choose to learn from others.
Gift Gugu Mona
Who can believe in illusion even if we all live the Illusion of Life?
Sorin Cerin
Who can say that he is not everything?
Sorin Cerin
You can just be your self’s stranger, never its friend, because you are mortal and it is immortal!
Sorin Cerin
Who can play without wanting to succeed even with a sentimentally gain?
Sorin Cerin
Do not waste the moment of your life which comes together with death because you will bitterly regret the alienation of your own self.
Sorin Cerin
No tiredness can destroy hope like death can, as the absolute fatigue of life.
Sorin Cerin
Do not be to yourself more that God may be to you.
Sorin Cerin
We can never succeed in knowing our own self without holidays and anniversaries.
Sorin Cerin
Heroes are the saints of every nation.
Sorin Cerin
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
Sorin Cerin
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Sorin Cerin
Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.
Sorin Cerin
Being is the greatest paradox of life in front of death.
Sorin Cerin
We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.
Sorin Cerin
We will never be more than we are meant to be!
Sorin Cerin
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
Alfred Tennyson
I'm tired of the whole anti gun thing. Saying that Guns cause Murders is like saying Steering Wheels cause car wrecks
Stanley Victor Paskavich
I never think of myself as an attacker, only as a defender - usually of rights - mine and others.
Jay Woodman
The teeth!—the teeth!—they were here, and there, and everywhere, and visibly and palpably before me; long, narrow, and excessively white, with the pale lips writhing about them, as in the very moment of their first terrible development.
Edgar Allan Poe
Aye, aye, it must be so. I've oversailed him. How, got the start? Aye, he's chasing ME now; not I, HIM--that's bad
Herman Melville
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon,that meanswe're inconsolable.Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.These our bodies, possessed by light.Tell me we'll never get used to it.
Richard Siken
For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.
Garcilaso de la Vega
It's almost relaxing to know I'll die fairly soon, as it's a comfort not to obsess about my next orgasm.
Donald Hall
Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire?What could have made her peaceful with a mindThat nobleness made simple as a fire,With beauty like a tightened bow, a kindThat is not natural in an age like thisBeing high and solitary and most stern?Why, what could she have done, being what she is?Was there another Troy for her to burn?
W.B. Yeats
To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book — to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry, or upon the floor — to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire — to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower — to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind — to lose all sense of motion or physical existence in a state of absolute bodily quiescence long and obstinately persevered in — Such were a few of the most common and least pernicious vagaries induced by a condition of the mental faculties, not, indeed, altogether unparalleled, but certainly bidding defiance to any thing like analysis or explanation.
Edgar Allan Poe
If you’re not angry, you’re either a stone, or you’re too sick to be angry. You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger, yes. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.
Maya Angelou
If you join the rat race — you're in the race of rats.
Bertolt Brecht
Every day I get better at knowing that it is not a choice to be an activist; rather, it is the only way to hold on to the better parts of my human self. It is the only way I can live and laugh without guilt.
Staceyann Chin
Be proud of your struggles. Adversity brings out the best in us.
Avijeet Das
You need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer.
Margaret Atwood
Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but ­essentially you’re on your own. ­Nobody is making you do this: you chose it, so don’t whine.
Margaret Atwood
If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
While I'm writing, I'm far away;and when I come back, I've gone.
Pablo Neruda
The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.
Anuradha Bhattacharyya
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear,Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.So shows a snowy dove trooping with crowsAs yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
William Shakespeare
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
William Congreve
It’s the way I walk through the world, carrying that fear, that the beloved will go, will die, and that I will be the one to blame.
Nick Flynn
Refuse to blame yourself for not being 'good enough
John Mark Green
No one loves the messenger who brings bad news.
Sophocles
Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?
Catherynne M. Valente
Monsters almost always are culture's way of working out their fears.
Catherynne M. Valente
People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz
If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.
Margaret Atwood
I welcome monsters into my bedand set a place for them at breakfast,leave sugar out for their coffeegoddamnI’ve always been so good at loving monsters
Fortesa Latifi
Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?
Charles Baudelaire