To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it…

If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry... thus much curse I…

— Anonymous

Somewhere back a whiskey or so ago I wrote that thinking was a real thing in the world, just like anything else. I mean…

— Matthew Zapruder

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

— Paul Celan

“The words of the true poems give you more than poems, They give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior,…

— Walt Whitman

Book! You lie there; the fact is, you books must know your places. You'll do to give us the bare words and facts, but…

— Herman Melville

A book may lie dormant for fifty years or for two thousand years in a forgotten corner of a library, only to reveal, upon…

— Marguerite Yourcenar

“A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

“Let's turn now to the citation of authors, found in other books and missing in yours. The solution to this is very simple, because…

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“Blue is no longer blue; it is the blue of the summer sky when it’s is hot enough to cook eggs on the sidewalk…

— Christina Escamilla

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend…

— Edith Wharton

“All those other summers and those other kisses and everything else we shared, my dad choosing some random lake in some random town to…

— Nyrae Dawn

“Devon stares at him standing there, remembering the only other guy had ever opened a car door for her. Last summer. The sky was…

— Amy Efaw

“Finn told me once, as we sat on the porch watching the sun go down, that one thing he remembered our mom telling him…

— Jessi Kirby

Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when when the stars are strung across the velvety…

— Robin Williams

I dream of picnics n kissess under a summer sky... And I dream of never saying goodbyee...!!!!!

— Pooja