We poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue one day you'll meet someone as special as you — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We must always remember, however,' said Psmith gravely, 'that poets are also God's creatures. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting andthen tie it up again, but differently. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Language may die at the hands of the schoolman: it is regenerated by the poets — Anonymous Copy Share Image
One of the poets, whose name I cannot recall, has a passage, which I am unable at the moment to remember, in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The community of poets I belong to is not as close as it used to be, if only for the fact that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We will certainly see teachers, journalists, artists and poets in space. Whatever it takes to the be the best is what it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poets have to be sensitive to their audience, but it does not mean that they censor themselves. I realise my audience is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Periods' are largely an invention of the historians. The poets themselves are not conscious of living in any period and refuse to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Neuere Poeten tun viel Wasser in die Tinte. (More recent poets put a lot of water in the ink.) -- Goethe: Aus… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The human mind is generally far more eager to praise and dispraise than to describe and define. It wants to make every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly, it was nothing. Now it is growing something as we remember… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Why do I write? Out of fear. Out of fear that the memory of the people I write about might go lost.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And a tear rolled down her cheek, as she said goodbye; because she's walking away, and she's never looking back — Anonymous Copy Share
You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear.… — Anonymous Copy Share
Scrabble - The game is available in Braille. That’s a nice fact. This makes me feel better about humanity for some reason. I can’t… — Anonymous Copy Share
“THIS tale of my sore-troubled life I write, To thank the God of nature, who conveyed My soul to me, and with such care… — Anonymous Copy Share
Put on my J's and dance the whole night away Im naughty by nature like Im hip-hop hooray With my hands in the sky,… — Anonymous Copy Share
Me.. I have been through a lot, but I still manage to have a smile on my face. Im not worried about the past… — Anonymous Copy Share
Distance is a test of love. many will fail for those who can't withstand it, but for those who can, theres only one answer… — Anonymous Copy Share
The only person I've ever purposely caused pain here is myself...By simply sharing, caring too much. — Anonymous Copy Share
The truth is, of course, that the curtness of the Ten Commandments is an evidence, not of the gloom and narrowness of a religion,… — Anonymous Copy Share
