All Philip Larkin Quotes
- Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth. Daffodil
- I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day. China
- I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your… American
- I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me. Enemies
- You have to distinguish between things that seemed odd when they were new but are now quite familiar, such as Ibsen and Wagner, and things… Crazy
- And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and… Air
- Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every… Age
- So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house… Addressed
- Only in books the flat and final happens, Only in dreams we meet and interlock.... Book
- Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win… Comfort
- I'd like to think...that people in pubs would talk about my poems Inspirational
- What will survive of us is love. Death
- ...the breath that sharpens life is life itself... Breath
- Something, like nothing, happens anywhere. Anywhere
- The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it… Blow
- On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. Enormous
- Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude… Age
- Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am. Anemone
- Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession. All
- Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them,… Busy