You have to get inside the people you are writing about. You have to go below the surface. And that's to a… — David McCullough Copy Share Image
If you're just starting off as an artist, steal as much inspiration from everything you like, as much as you can. Take… — Yukimi Nagano Copy Share Image
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The highest state of Love is not a relationship at all, it is simply a state of your Being. Just as trees… — Osho Copy Share Image
I went to what can only be described as a slum school in Salford - rough and full of trainee punks -… — John Cooper Clarke Copy Share Image
In some ways painters have been more important in my life than writers. Painters teach you how to see—a faculty that usually… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“this then will be my destiny: scrabbling for pennies in dark tiny halls reading poems I have long since become tired of.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“When Marsyas was 'torn from the scabbard of his limbs' - DELLA VAGINA DELLA MEMBRE SUE, to use one of Dante's most… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Suppose she denied him then but favored him some other time? Women are weak and easily conquered by flattery. Especially when men… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
I was attracted to poetry, which is perhaps the purest of the art forms, where love is the medium of exchange and… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
One cannot build life from refrigerators, politics, credit statements and crossword puzzles. That is impossible. Nor can one exist for any length… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
“Shakespeare’s felicity is so often taught it is easy to overlook how taut the sinews in his neck must have been when… — BJ Ward Copy Share Image
“The killer whale's heart weighs one hundred kilos but in other respects it is light. There is nothing more animal-like than a… — Wislawa Szymborska Copy Share Image
“There were, however, a few exceptions. One was Norma Dodsworth, the poet, who had not unpleasantly drunk but had been sensible enough… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
“WITHOUT END There is no final poem, just as there was no original poem, and if there was a tree that held… — Vievee Francis Copy Share Image
Shakespeare wrote his sonnets within a strict discipline, fourteen lines of iambic pentameter, rhyming in three quatrains and a couplet. Were his… — David Ogilvy Copy Share Image
I love to compare different time frames. Poetry can evoke the time of the subject. By a very careful choice of words… — Robert Morgan Copy Share Image
“Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain.… — Dezső Kosztolányi Copy Share Image
I'd say my artistic bent definitely came from my father, who was a trial lawyer. And if you're smart, you know that… — Omari Hardwick Copy Share Image
The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The poet's first rule must be never to bore his readers; and his best way of keeping this rule is never to… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain, Which Heav'n may hear, nor deem Religion vain. Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice, But leave… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“She read on and on, enraptured. She could not understand half, but it excited her oddly, like words in a foreign language… — Antonia White Copy Share Image
“[...] real poetry must hurt, as if you'd forgotten you wrapped a razor blade in your handkerchief and you blow your nose,… — Bohumil Hrabal Copy Share Image
“That became the signature Ice-T style - rhymes that were "topical" and "vividly optical." To me it was street-level journalism, real-life observations… — Ice-T Copy Share Image
For the poets tell us, don't they, that the melodies they bring us are gathered from rills that run with honey, out… — Plato Copy Share Image
The letters of famous people can be placed into two categories: there is the type of letter which becomes itself a valuable… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
“This world is a place of business. What an infinite bustle! I am awaked almost every night by the panting of the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was… — Stephen Chbosky Copy Share Image
He's not perfect. Neither are you. The two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at… — Brittney Copy Share Image
The ambiguity of poetic language answers to the ambiguity of human life as a whole, and therein lies its unique value. All… — Hans-Georg Gadamer Copy Share Image
“Autopsychography The poet is a man who feigns And feigns so thoroughly, at last He manages to feign as pain The pain… — FERNANDO PESSOA Copy Share Image
I called it a baptism in flaming ink that forced me to shed my shyness about recognizing myself as a poet and… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
“What makes bad poets worse is that they read only poets (just as bad philosophers read only philosophers), whereas they would benefit… — Emil M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Poetry interprets in two ways: it interprets by expressing, with magical felicity, the physiognomy and movements of the outward world; and it… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“Child of shadows, once born of flesh Un-winged, amidst fear and agony ‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come Oblivious, to… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Philosophy deals in the abstract and the universal, but not in the particular. History deals only in the particular, not with general… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Art's effect is due to the tension resulting from the clash of the collocation of elements of two (or more) systems of… — Yuri Lotman Copy Share Image
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
A lady with whom I was riding in the forest said to me that the woods always seemed to her to wait,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image