“O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Quote from "The Whole World Is Gone" ".... It's sensual, though, too, and interestingly mental. What I do alone, loving him in… — Jennifer Grotz Copy Share Image
“Mountains, hills and valleys confirm the beauty of Your holiness.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“I give thee what is most my own - A Dedication by Francis William Bourdillon” — Francis William Bourdillon Copy Share Image
“Many are poets, but without the name; For what is Poesy but to create From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim At… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
The function of a book or a poem or a story is to delight, to enchant, to beguile. — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all… — Keisha Keenleyside Copy Share Image
When I'm actually writing by hand, I get more of a sense of the rhythm of sentences, of syntax. The switch to… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“To paint an image and to write a poem, is to reclaim the dignity and personal joy...it is an invitation for my… — Reclaiming my Life Isabella Koldras Copy Share Image
“Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a… — Drew Myron Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“That's old Twoflower, Rincewind thought. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate beauty, he just appreciates it in his own way. I mean,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“How is it that there was never you until there was and then all was you?” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“And the pebbles fight each other as rocks/And my father bends among them/Two hands outstretching up to me/Not that I can hear.” — Joe Strummer Copy Share Image
There's a lot of rage in my head. I like the friction that means there is nothing relaxing about writing a poem.… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
“Today I write, riots with insite! Tomorrow I read, take the lead! Sometimes I sleep, health to keep! But for now I… — Leslie Austin Copy Share Image
“I felt the threads of connection between us—fragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were… — Tammara Webber Copy Share Image
You saw me being dumb, but I did to make u laugh You saw me being stupid, but I did to make… — Nidhi Saini Copy Share Image
“Death is trash. Love is a robust engagement with the trash of another.” — Joshua Bennett Copy Share Image
“The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.” — Megan Hart Copy Share Image
