I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
For nations vague as weed, For nomads among stones, Small-statured cross-faced tribes And cobble-close families In mill-towns on dark mornings Life is… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Life and literature is a question of what one thrills to, and further than that no man shall ever go without putting… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
You can look out of your life like a train & see what you're heading for, but you can't stop the train. — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“9 August 1972 [Larkin’s 50th BD] 32 Pearson Park, Hull Dearest, [...] I had a card from a complete stranger enclosing a… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Men whose first coronary is coming like Christmas; who drift, loaded helplessly with commitments and obligations and necessary observances, into the darkening… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Birthdays are a time when one stock takes, which means, I suppose, a good spineless mope: I scan my horizon and can… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
If we seriously contemplate life it appears an agony too great to be supported, but for the most part our minds gloss… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I had a moral tutor, but never saw him (the only words of his I remember are 'The three pleasures of life… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her backA huge and birdless silence. In her wakeNo waters breed or break. — Philip Larkin Copy Share
And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, age, and… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“It never worked for me. Something to do with violence A long way back, and wrong rewards, And arrogant eternity.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share
Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“I sit in my room like Miss Havisham, about whom I have been reading this week. Better the Dickens you know than the Dickens… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“When I throw back my head and howl People (women mostly) say But you've always done what you want, You always get your way… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
![“9 August 1972 [Larkin’s 50th BD] 32 Pearson Park, Hull Dearest, [...] I had a card from a complete stranger enclosing a limerick: There was a young [thanks] fellow of Hull Who found life distressingly dull He sat on the quay And stared out to sea Crying ‘O for the wings of a gull!’ Not bad.” quote by Philip Larkin](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/04c/philip-larkin-1822_birthday_9-august-1972-larkin-s-50th-bd-32-pearso_3220858.jpg)
