All Theodore Roethke Quotes
- And I rejoiced in being what I was. Funny
- To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward... Boat
- All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines;… All
- What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts? Book
- I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs. Inspirational
- And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning. Air
- In the kingdom of bang and blab. Bang
- I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains… Beginnings
- How terrible the need for God. God
- Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys. Dreary
- But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing… Becomes
- Civilization is over-rated, but there isn't much else. Civilization
- In a dark time, the mind begins to see. Begins
- What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible. Faith
- Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley. Adversity
- A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. Entertained
- Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. All
- A mind too active is no mind at all. Active
- I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more. Find
- The darkness has it's own light. Darkness
- Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. Among
- What falls away is always. And is near. Fall
- The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The… Aware
- How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end. Body
- Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't. Art