“Love makes temporary saints and poets of us all. We feel the source of life welling up inside us and long to… — John Maxwell Taylor Copy Share Image
I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding… — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
“Let us not subside into a single mandatory way of thinking or feeling, immersed by a spirit of self-gratification. But let’s dig… — Erik Pevernagie 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
A fine lady; by which term I wish to express the result of that perfect education in taste and manner, down to… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
“If you ever have children, tell them they must always be drunk. Drunk on love, drunk on poetry, drunk on wine, it… — Benjamin Hale Copy Share Image
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“Aeneas' mother is a star?" "No; a goddess." I said cautiously, "Venus is the power that we invoke in spring, in the… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
The difficulty with poetry is that it doesn't have the life that Shakespeare or Jane Austen have beyond the page. You can't… — Simon Schama Copy Share Image
I love to read poetry but I haven't written anything that I'm willing to show anybody. — Abraham Verghese Copy Share Image
“Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…” — Angelo Tsanatelis Copy Share Image
“Werther identifies himself with the madman, with the footman. As a reader, I can identify myself with Werther. Historically, thousands of subjects… — Roland Barthes Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“And then I met a woman, now comes the funny part; with eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart.” — Hugh Antoine D'Arcy Copy Share Image
“[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la… — Pierre Reverdy Copy Share Image
Poems come from ordinary experiences and objects, I think. Out of memory - a dress I lent my daughter on her way… — Sharon Olds Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the… — Goldwin Smith Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Virtue is as little to be acquired by learning as genius; nay, the idea is barren, and is only to be employed… — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
“WRITTEN IN PENCIL IN THE SEALED RAILWAY-CAR here in this carload i am eve with abel my son if you see my… — Dan Pagis Copy Share Image
One ambition of poetry, certainly, is to create a reverberant silence in its wake, one that means more or differently than the… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant:… — William Congreve Copy Share Image
“Who are you?” I whispered, leaning forward and reaching across the table to touch his sternly gorgeous face, almost afraid he’d disappear… — Lucy Connors Copy Share Image
