All Amy Lowell Quotes
- You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow. Burns
- All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words. All
- A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It… Among
- Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick,… Basin
- Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our… Alone
- Everything mortal has moments immortal Immortal
- I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it. Beloved
- When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Burnt
- In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern. Always Modern
- I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I… Alone
- Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. Bear
- All books are either dreams or swords. All