Poetry Quote by John Green Download Open image ““So dawn goes down to day, the poet wrote. Nothing gold can stay.”” — John Green ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“It seemed to me that I had already seen everything pure and good in the world, and I was beginning to suspect that even… — John Green Copy Share Image
“So dawn goes dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay." "without pain how could we know joy?" "Come quickly I tasting the… — John Green Copy Share Image
“The clouds, warm now, sun-spotted, sweep over the hills, leaving gold in the water, and gold on the necks of the swans.” — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“Days are only beautiful early in the morning. I should have remembered that. Dawn is merely an illusion that the world is beautiful. When… — Jean-Claude Izzo Copy Share Image
“The dawn was coming then. All the lower valley was covered with mist, and sometimes little pieces of it broke off and floated away… — S.E. Hinton Copy Share Image
“Only at dawn should a man awake from excess - at dawn agleam with red and sorrowful resolve.” — Patrick Hamilton Copy Share Image
“It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. Like… — Vicki Covington Copy Share Image
“We all know that each day that dawns is the first for some and will be the last for others, and that for most… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
Issac:"I dislike living in a world without Augustus Waters." Computer: "I don't understand-" Issac: "Me neither. Pause — John Green Copy Share Image
She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska — John Green Copy Share
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song, "Holland, 1945," and then onto Lake Shore Drive, the waves of Lake Michigan crashing against the boulders by the Drive, the windows cracked to get the car to defrost, the dirty, bracing, cold air rushing in,… — John Green Copy Share
So I was ugly. I was never fat, really, and I never wore headgear or had zits or anything. But I was ugly. I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided - maybe there's like a secret cabal of boys who meet in the locker room and decide who's ugly and who's hot, because as far as I… — John Green Copy Share
“said to him quietly, as if I couldn’t hear or something. Dad was about to respond but I interrupted.” — John Green Copy Share Image
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. — John Green Copy Share Image
The name Phenomenal Woman was inspired by Maya Angelo, who wrote 'Phenomenal Woman', a favorite poem of mine. — Meena Harris Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
“It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper. And now that I can take it . . . now that I can finally do it . . . I'm really… — Erica Jong Copy Share
The word 'mundane' has come to mean 'boring' and 'dull', and it really shouldn't - it should mean the opposite. Because it comes from… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
“In the streets, the children scream, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,” he crooned, putting down the metal grill tongs to take my… — Alexandria Clarke Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historian - the humble listener - there has been… — James A. Garfield Copy Share
