Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
In the beginning was the word, the word That from the solid bases of the light Abstracted all the letters of the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
“Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.” — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man speaking with… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they’ve ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn’t know, because I won’t ever dare ask… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share
