Poetry Quotes - Page 120

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.”--from Past Present and Future are One

Aberjhani

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

Aberjhani

THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM[all snap flags]Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

Aberjhani

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Dejan Stojanovic

Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.

Dejan Stojanovic

The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names, and the sophist manipulates empty signs…the poet plays on the multiplicity of signifieds.

Jacques Derrida

Love is a chemical reaction,But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science.And though a body cannot exist without a soul,It too cannot be fully understood or defined by science.Love is the most powerful form of energy,But science cannot decipher its elements.Yet the best cure for a sick soul is love,But even the most advanced physicianCannot prescribe it as medicine.INCOMPLETE SCIENCE by Suzy Kassem

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.

Aberjhani

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

Dejan Stojanovic

Dreams. They start in your beautiful mind. Think of beautiful things and it will manifest into actions because your body will listen to you. Like it always does.

Diana Rose Morcilla

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Dejan Stojanovic

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

Dejan Stojanovic

Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.

Cheapen words and they'll cheapen you

Benny Bellamacina

Love life, Live Love

Benny Bellamacina

The statement ‘There is nothing more American than an Indian’ happens to be a multidimensional paradox. Try and not say too many of those. That might open your mind to ideas that could cause sanity point loss.

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Dejan Stojanovic

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies

Aberjhani

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

Dejan Stojanovic

It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was areal mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was butone mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed andchanged into itself over and over.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

Dejan Stojanovic

No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

Charles Baudelaire

If you wake up tired, you’ve been chasing dreams. If you go to bed tired, your making your dreams happen.

Benny Bellamacina

Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

Ryōkan

Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

Aberjhani

The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.

We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

T.S Eliot

You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.

MenThey hail you as their morning starBecause you are the way you are.If you return the sentiment,They'll try to make you different;And once they have you, safe and sound,They want to change you all around.Your moods and ways they put a curse on;They'd make of you another person.They cannot let you go your gait;They influence and educate.They'd alter all that they admired.They make me sick, they make me tired.

why can't you see i'm a kid', said the kid.Why try to make me like you?Why are you hurt when I don't cuddle?Why do you sigh when I splash through a puddle?Why do you scream when I do what I did?Im a kid.

Shel Silverstein

Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It's the crack cocaine of the literary world.

The Little Boy and the Old ManSaid the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."Said the old man, "I do that too."The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."I do that too," laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, "I often cry."The old man nodded, "So do I."But worst of all," said the boy, "it seemsGrown-ups don't pay attention to me."And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.I know what you mean," said the little old man.

Shel Silverstein

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

Robert M. Drake

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

Robert M. Drake

In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway.

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

Robert M. Drake

She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.

Robert M. Drake

There are moments in every relationship that define when two people start to fall in love.A first glanceA first smileA first kissA first fall…(I remove the Darth Vader house shoes from my satchel and look down at them.)You were wearing these during one of those moments.One of the moments I first started to fall in love with you.The way you gave me butterflies that morningHad absolutely nothing to do with anyone else,and everything to do with you.I was falling in love with you that morningbecause of you.(I take the next item out of the satchel. When I pull it out and look up, she brings her hands to her mouth in shock.)This ugly little gnomeWith his smug little grin…He's the reason I had an excuse to invite you into my house.Into my life.You took a lot of aggression out on him over those next few months.I would watch from my window as you would kick him over every time you walked by him.Poor little guy.You were so tenacious.That feisty, aggressive, strong-willed side of you….The side of you that refused to take crap from this concrete gnome?The side of you that refused to take crap from me?I fell in love with that side of youbecause of you.(I set the gnome down on the stage and grab the CD)This is your favorite CD‘Layken’s shit.’Although now I know you intended for shit to be possessive, rather than descriptive.The banjo started playing through the speakers of your carand I immediately recognized my favorite band.Then when I realized it was your favorite band, too?The fact that these same lyrics inspired both of us?I fell in love with that about you.That had absolutely nothing to do with anyone else.I fell in love with that about youbecause of you.(I take a slip of paper out of the satchel and hold it up. When I look at her, I see Eddie slide her a napkin. I can’t tell from up here, but that can only mean she’s crying.)This is a receipt I kept.Only because the item I purchased that night was on the verge of ridiculous.Chocolate milk on the rocks? Who orders that?You were different, and you didn’t care.You were being you.A piece of me fell in love with you at that moment,because of you.This? (I hold up another sheet of paper.)This I didn’t really like so much.It’s the poem you wrote about me.The one you titled 'mean?'I don’t think I ever told you…but you made a zero.And then I kept itto remind myself of all the things I never want to be to you.(I pull her shirt from my bag. When I hold it into the light, I sigh into the microphone.)This is that ugly shirt you wear.It doesn’t really have anything to do with why I fell in love with you.I just saw it at your house and thought I’d steal it.

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

Robert M. Drake

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

Robert M. Drake

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

Robert M. Drake

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

Robert M. Drake

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Robert M. Drake

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

Robert M. Drake

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

Robert M. Drake

Though we tremble before uncertain futuresmay we meet illness, death and adversity with strengthmay we dance in the face of our fears.

Gloria E. Anzaldúa

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

Robert M. Drake

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

Robert M. Drake

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Robert M. Drake

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Robert M. Drake

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Robert M. Drake

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Robert M. Drake

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