“Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem or you more because you read it long years hence.” — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Do three things each night before you go to bed: read a poem, read a short story, read an essay. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Almost any poem has to be read twice, first for strangeness, second for clarity. — Peter J. Daniels Copy Share Image
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
I have a personal little routine that I do in my dressing room just to kind of get myself mentally prepared to… — Orlando Bloom Copy Share Image
People need what they think of as a poem to be read at their bar mitzvah, their wedding, a funeral, whatever. And… — Joan Larkin Copy Share Image
“Still perfect,” he said. “Read to me.” “This isn’t really a poem to read aloud when you are sitting next to your… — John Green Copy Share Image
What would we not give for some great poem to read now, which would be in harmony with the scenery,--for if men… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why I’ve always been like this, why the smallest things make me ache inside. There’s a poem I read… — Erika L. Sánchez Copy Share Image
I think the biggest thing that I have to do is to remind people that poetry is there for us to turn… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
[In response to Alfred Tennyson's poem "Vision of Sin," which included the line "Every moment dies a man, every moment one is… — Charles Babbage Copy Share Image
Poetry is like a portrait of a moment or person, and the poem is almost like looking at a photograph; it slaps… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“What is going on with you, Rev?” He rubs his eyes. “I don’t know. I’m just tired.” I think of how he… — Brigid Kemmerer Copy Share Image
“What I saw there explained everything--the reason he had stayed away, why he had come to say good-bye. I can only describe… — Nafisa Haji Copy Share Image
“The next morning I took the screen out of that window, and hid it in the back of my closet, where it… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Torn The internet’s all show, no actual cunnilingus has transpired between us. This has been smoke signals from eye to eye. And… — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
“Still perfect,” he said. “Read to me.” “This isn’t really a poem to read aloud when you are sitting next to your… — John Green Copy Share Image