Poetry Quote by Brad Whittington

“He sang one whole verse directly to her, then, in fidelity to the song, he sent his vision inward to where his purest music…

— Guy Gavriel Kay

“The little room was filled with American records and a phonograph. Izzy would let me stay back there and listen to them. I listened…

— Bob Dylan

“Wonder and love and great sorrow shook Schmendrick the Magician then, and came together inside him and filled him, filled him until he felt…

— Peter S. Beagle

“The seasons sang to him - like ageless hymns with whisperings he could feel, but not fully understand.”

— Bodie Thoene

“I printed it once more on my eyes, south, west, and north, and then we hurried away from the permanent and changeless past where…

— John Steinbeck

“He placed this book in my grandmother's hands, looked at her entreatingly, and said, with an earnestness which I shall never forget, "Te-e-ach, te-e-ach…

— Willa Cather

“And all the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“I often heard this melodious hymn again in days of hardship, and it always affected me painfully. Not as the reproachful warning clang of…

— Sven Anders Hedin

“My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the…

— Marcel Proust

“To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn…

— Hilary Mantel

“We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks…

— George Steiner

“All was murkiness, now, the landscape and woods, and far below, the dark brooding sweep of the sea. From a limb he could not…

— Julie Berry