“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
“Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I seem to walk on a transparent surface and see beneath me all the bones and wrecks and tentacles that will eventually… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I work all day, and get half drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs: Despite the artful tensions of the calendar, The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites, The… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“he [Llewelyn Powys] has always in mind the great touchstone Death & consequently life is always judged as how far it fits… — 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
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“It never worked for me. Something to do with violence A long way back, and wrong rewards, And arrogant eternity.” — 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 only takes… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
