“My letters! All dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Christopher Marlowe or Francis Bacon The author of Lear remains unshaken Willie Herbert or Mary Fitton What does it matter? The Sonnets… — Noel Coward Copy Share Image
Sonnets are guys writing in English, imitating an Italian song form. It was a form definitely sung as often as it was… — Steve Earle 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
“O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sometimes, when you are in a really constrained situation, it makes you more focused about what you want to say and where… — Etgar Keret Copy Share Image
“If death is like a sonnet then life would be a haiku. The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic with… — R.M. Engelhardt Copy Share Image
We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“No, I can't stop for sonnets; my mother is sitting up. I'll look you up tomorrow, sometime or other, and do for… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves, To the earthy soil I am bound and tied. Anchored by claws of roots and weighty… — Marie Helen Abramyan Copy Share Image
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
“ The War Sonnets: V . The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
“I reminded the reporter that sonnet means “little sound.” “Oh,” she said, and I could tell by the way her pen jumped… — Carol Shields Copy Share Image
