All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest,… — Wislawa Szymborska Copy Share Image
“I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing… — Alice Cooper Copy Share Image
“An old liar told me here To think ahead and save my money. I should have spent it on ribbons. I should… — Menzies McKillop Copy Share Image
“Mark 9:8, "where their worm does not die and the fire is not quenched," comes directly from Isa. 66:24, but whose voice… — Robert M. Price Copy Share Image
“The future says: Dear mortals; I know you are busy with your colourful lives; I have no wish to waste the little… — Nick Drake Copy Share Image
“All I can offer is this (without a single remembrance or image, or even incoherent wisp of correspondence), even so I knew,… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
Musicians must make music, artists must paint, poets must write if they are to be ultimately at peace with themselves. What human… — Abraham Maslow Copy Share Image
“I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action. And in the… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's… — Charles Henry Parkhurst Copy Share Image
“Poetic style, when address'd to the Soul, is less definite form, outline, sculpture, and becomes vista, music, half-tints, and even less than… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Truth is far and flat, and fancy is fiery; and truth is cold, and people feel the cold, and they may wrap… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
“ Much Madness Is Divinest Sense Much Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
In Lithuania, I am known as a poet, and they don’t care about my cinema. In Europe they don’t know my poetry;… — Jonas Mekas Copy Share Image
“And we are to meditate on “every word that comes from the mouth of God.” There is no more useful discipline to… — Andrew M. Davis Copy Share Image
Poetry and painting have arrived to their perfection in our own country; music is yet but in its nonage [immaturity], a forward… — Henry Purcell Copy Share Image
The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
“I shall be your poet! I do not want to be a poet for others; make your appearance, and I shall be… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
There is a particular quality of quietude and stillness that suffuses these painterly poems of Carol Ann Davis, so involved with loss,… — August Kleinzahler Copy Share Image
When I came back to New York, it was such a joke because I was always referred to as the pure young… — Jim Carroll Copy Share Image
“I wondered what this odd, well-spoken man was doing on Cairnholm, with his pleated slacks and half-baked poems, looking more like a… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
Poetry, the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous newspapers named… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Poetry, being supremely useless, by its very existence represents a protest against the so-called 'real world' of busy-ness and moneymaking, so we… — Tom Hodgkinson Copy Share Image
“when i first saw him i thought he was as beautiful as a knight from the romances, like a troubadour, like a… — philippa gregory Copy Share Image
“Dante is the first Christian poet, the first one whose whole system of thought is colored by a pure Christian theology. But… — Matthew Pearl 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
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
The profession of magician, isone of the most perilous and arduous specialisations of the imagination. On the one handthere is the hostility… — William Bolitho Copy Share Image
“Seeing the God statement Suppose the statement Blessed Are the pure in heart, for they shall see God were placed like a… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
There is no one more deserving of a place in Poets' Corner. Ted Hughes introduced a new kind of landscape into English… — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
Part of the reason that these attempts at explanation fail, I think, is that photographers, like all artists, choose their medium because… — Robert Adams Copy Share Image
The violinist must possess the poets gift of piercing the protective hide which grows on propagandists, stockbrokers and slave traders, to penetrate… — Yehudi Menuhin Copy Share Image
“i don't want to hate the president i don't want to go to harvard i don't want to win the pulitzer prize… — Ellen Kennedy Copy Share Image
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal… Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“They smell your breath Lest you have said: I love you, They smell your heart: These are strange times, my dear. From… — Ahmad Shamlu Copy Share Image
“The long poem of walking manipulates spatial organizations, no matter how panoptic they may be: it is neither foreign to them (it… — Michel de Certeau Copy Share Image
“During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I… — Douglas Adams Copy Share Image
The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
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