Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The grand style is available now only in old poems, museums, and parodies. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
“May the energy of the day always call for celebration." Barbara Botch” — Barbara Botch Copy Share Image
I have always thought of poems as stepping stones in one's own sense of oneself. — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
“Words are fossilized butterfly wings, pretty to look at sometimes, but only good for Museums. I want to miserably burn down the… — Jeremiah Walton Copy Share Image
“Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men.” — William Allingham Copy Share Image
The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
Soccer is like a poem, you write it with your soul and heart, but you say it with your feet. — Humaira Copy Share Image
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the… — John Betjeman Copy Share Image
“She was eleven, after all. She was both even and odd. She was ready to be many things at once—child, grown-up, poet,… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
My novels and poems are meant to be read aloud. That's why jazz musicians have been able to adapt my stuff. — Ishmael Reed Copy Share Image
The composition of a single melody is born out of a bit of text, perhaps the first line, but it can also… — Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau Copy Share Image
In our time the blasphemies are threadbare. Pessimism is now patently, as it always was essentially, more commonplace than piety. Profanity is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Nor is it again that the novel has killed the play, as some critics would persuade us - the romantic movement of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My eyes, your dreams! My heart, your memories! Oh, what is there of mine? Everything is yours! My life is yours, my… — Glen Rambharack Copy Share Image
“No matter even if you are cold, I like you better than anybody in the world. One time I said that you… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Light itself was your first love: you paint only as a means of telling about light... Ink and catgut and paint were… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
