When every church becomes a school, every cathedral a university, every clergyman a teacher, and all their hearers brave and honest thinkers,… — Robert Green Ingersoll Copy Share Image
When a man makes a poem, makes it, mind you, he takes words as he finds them interrelated about him and composes… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
By denying people's sense of visual beauty in painting and sculpture , melody in music , meter and rhyme in poetry ,… — Steven Pinker Copy Share Image
“Here was a thing he wanted: for singers to pause in their singing to laugh during a verse. Here was a thing… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Though it does seem like I have written an immense amount of work, over the years I have pushed the pause button.… — Denise Duhamel Copy Share Image
But most men regard their life as a poem that women threaten. They may not have two spondees to rub together but… — Alan Bennett Copy Share Image
“Teddy looked at him directly for the first time. Are you a poet?' he asked. A poet?' Nicholson said. 'Lord, no. Alas,… — J.D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“I never knew what Mother knowed, Like how a thread and needle sewed, And how a kiss healed boo-boos fast. Why family… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you, it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know, your… — Tanzy Sayadi Copy Share Image
There is only beauty / and it has only one perfect expression / poetry. All the rest is a lie /except for… — Stephane Mallarme Copy Share Image
Although I was able to study music with teachers, I never studied lyric writing. I read poetry, and I read other lyricists.… — Paul Simon Copy Share Image
My mother - my stepmother, really, she herself have been what they call an elocutionist. And she was the one who first… — Ruby Dee Copy Share Image
I do feel like no matter what you're doing, whether it's music or writing a play or a poem or drawing a… — J. J. Abrams Copy Share Image
“A woman grabbed my arm. "How much for the kid? They won't let me on if I don't have a kid." "He's… — Ruta Septys Copy Share Image
Genres have a history and impose a historical character upon the writer. What is interesting in the poem involves a certain kind… — Vijay Seshadri Copy Share Image
Superstition is the poetry of life. It is inherent in man's nature; and when we think it is wholly eradicated, it takes… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
“I nipped into this sanctuary late this afternoon and soon heard the dying footfalls of closing time. From now on, my only… — John Collier Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
“You may be able to fly to heaven with my love. But for real, my love is only a cheap wine. Seriously,… — Subhan Zein Copy Share Image
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
“Haven't we heard that obvious beauty is the cause of many hidden distresses and deep suffering? Is not the beautiful moon, that… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
“...we could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“I had to remind myself that Islam had once swept north as far as the gates of Vienna; that when the haggadah… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
It is quite evident that a barrier must be cleared in order to escape the psychologists and enter into a realm which… — Gaston Bachelard Copy Share Image
When you read the poem, you wonder, what might Grendel have been? Could it have been a person that was turned away?… — Kieran Bew Copy Share Image
Ever since roughly 1890, when snot poets first decided that rhyme was confining and unnecessary, every idiot with a pen fancied hisself… — Gene Weingarten Copy Share Image
“It was true. After our divorce, I'd ended up in a slight relationship with my last research assistant, Aurelia Feinstein, age 34-though… — marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“Greenery Juniper, Oracle Oak and Hop Tree, California Buckeye, and Elderberry. Pacific Dogwood and the pale green Eucalyptus, Quaking Aspen and Flannelbush.… — Nancy Boutilier Copy Share Image
The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is… — Arthur Miller Copy Share Image
“Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
We didn't want to worry about the formula that has been implanted into our brains - this verse/pre-chorus/chorus format. When we were… — Travie McCoy Copy Share Image
What a rare joy it is to linger in the lucid, transcendent worlds of Jennifer Maier's poems. In taut, precise language and… — Rick Hilles Copy Share Image
It is true that short forms of poetry have been cultivated in the Far East more than in modern Europe; but in… — Lafcadio Hearn Copy Share Image
“...some have asked me what understanding of Nature one shapes from so strange a year? I would answer that one's first appreciation… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
But, that was the beginning, though I didn't start writing until I was in high school and when I was in high… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
Poetry criticism at its worst today is mean in spirit and spiteful in intent, as if determined to inflict the wound that… — David Lehman Copy Share Image
Howard Altmann has found a way to make language transform itself. If the elusive moment between I and Thou could speak, it… — Dennis Nurkse Copy Share Image