My sonnet asserts that the sonnet still lives. My epic, should such fortune befall me, asserts that the heroic narrative is not… — James Fenton Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have discovered the most exciting, the most arduous literary form of all, the most difficult to master, the most pregnant in… — Aldous Huxley Copy Share Image
Creativity is the result of a struggle between vitality and form. As anyone who has tried to write a sonnet or scan… — Rollo May Copy Share Image
Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sport strips away personality, letting the white bone of character shine through. Sport gives players an opportunity to know and test themselves.… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Therefore we value the poet. All the argument and all the wisdom is not in the encyclopedia, or the treatise on metaphysics,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I came from a white middle class neighborhood. Was I expected to go back there and teach the woman next door about… — Richard Rodriguez Copy Share Image
The idea that a student can write a sonnet or a novel without having a sound understanding about its history, and where… — Nicholas Royle Copy Share Image
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
What is it about a secret love that makes everything they do shine, everything they say sound like a sonnet and every… — Stefanie Schneider Copy Share Image
Dancing, is, for the most part, attended with many amorous smiles, wanton compliments, unchaste kisses, scurrilous songs and sonnets, effeminate music, lust… — William Prynne Copy Share Image
You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
A story is a story is a story. The only difference is in the techniques you bring to bear. There are always… — J. Michael Straczynski Copy Share Image
No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours,… — Millard Kaufman Copy Share Image
People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
Want to talk about Shakespeare's sonnets?" asked Orphu of Io. Are you shitting me?" The moravecs loved the ancient human colloquial phrases,… — Dan Simmons Copy Share Image
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
