“Dearest Alexia, Oh, please absolve me of this guilt I already feel squishing on my very soul! My troubled heart weeps! Oh… — Gail Carriger Copy Share Image
I had these little babies [my twins] and it gave me something so spectacular, such a feeling - I was so turned… — Al Pacino Copy Share Image
I used to say to my auntie, 'You throw my fu*kin' poetry out, and you'll regret it when I'm famous,' and she… — John Lennon Copy Share Image
There are so many new young poets, novelists, and playwrights who are much less politically committed than the former generations. The trend… — Mario Vargas Llosa Copy Share Image
I'm trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan doesn't… — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
“Strand sees his main skill as just paying attention to the textures and rhythms of life, being receptive to the multifaceted, constantly… — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi Copy Share Image
“To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Justice Denied Thousands of women, probably more I cannot reach them behind justice doors Many stay silent, barred just like me. Haunted… — Diane Chamberlain Copy Share Image
“Every breath we take from the air Takes oxygen from an insect’s lungs mid-prayer And every exhalation does loudly declare That in… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
Biggie was to me the guy who was the best at painting the picture and making you visualize something, Pac was the… — Scott Storch Copy Share Image
I do believe that a poet would possess a stronger intuitive sense of phrasing with a rock song. There is a way… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
“Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I have to make myself write, sometimes. In the space between poems, you somehow forget how to do it, where to begin.… — Simon Armitage Copy Share Image
“Sonnets to Write Before I Sleep (The Sonnet) When I finished my first 1000 sonnets, I felt, now I shall take it… — Abhijit Naskar Copy Share Image
“Mother (fragment) ...You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
“the problem that I’ve found with most poets that I have known is that they’ve never had an 8 hour job and… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
It has been observed before that images, however beautiful, though faithfully copied from nature, and as accurately represented in words, do not… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness.… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
I have a band called M&O. We were working on our first album in 2011 or 2012. We were looking for people… — Jamila Woods Copy Share Image
“The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I won't have it, in poetry, that bulk counts. People say to me, 'Now settle down and do a long work, since… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The human mind is generally far more eager to praise and dispraise than to describe and define. It wants to make every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The wisdom of literature is quite antithetical to having opinions. 'Nothing is my last word about anything,' said Henry James. Furnishing opinions,… — Susan Sontag Copy Share Image
Creativity has three layers; the ultimate is the mystic: he lives in a climate of creativity. The poet, once in a while,… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
I think there's a faith formula in that verse: believe plus receive equals become. So I think believing's important, having intellectual agreement… — Lee Strobel Copy Share Image
...why did Plato say that poets should be chased out of the republic? Precisely because every poet and every artist is an… — Pablo Picasso Copy Share Image
Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
With time some poems just fall by the wayside. Other poems get better over time with revision, revision, revision. My ladybug poem… — Douglas Florian Copy Share Image
As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lover's vow, but we are children of a scientific age and have… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes,… — Jean Cocteau Copy Share Image
Civic poetry is public poetry. It is political poetry. It is about the hard stuff of life: money, crime, gender, corporate excess,… — Alissa Quart Copy Share Image
Hello my Country I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past my most potent… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
So, some of the most difficult formal poems that I've written, say one sentence sonnets, I've been able to do those fairly… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
One should put forth great effort in matters of learning. One should read books concerning military matters, and direct his attention exclusively… — Kato Kiyomasa Copy Share Image
The grotesque in my poems is the motion I use to put myself and the grotesque world together. So the miserable images… — Kim Hyesoon Copy Share Image
“Nagarjuna's verse 46]-is extensively taught. [Madhyamaka or emptiness] means being without characteristics that define true reality. It [means] to be unarisen, since… — Karl Brunnholzl Copy Share Image
“Poetry rhymes, a song our souls need to nourish upon. Poetry is a drum, a sound our bodies wish to have. Poetry… — Gloria D. Gonsalves Copy Share Image
I work very hard on all my poems, but most of the work consists of trying not to sound as if I… — Anne Stevenson Copy Share Image
“I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image