Fingers Quote by Joseph Joubert Download Open image “Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.” — Joseph Joubert ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fingers Inspirational Luminous Poet Poetry Silence
“Oh phosphorescence. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to... To find that phosphorescence, that light within — is the genius behind poetry.” — William Luce Copy Share Image
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“this lightness is something created in the writing, using the linguistic tools of the poet, independent of whatever philosophical doctrine the poet claims to… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry. — Herbert Spencer Copy Share Image
Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“Words in a poem are like petals on a flower, only together, in the right position, at the right time are they seen as… — David McDonald Copy Share Image
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth. — Hafez Copy Share Image
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight. — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
A false mind is false in everything, just as a cross eye always looks askant. But one may err once, nay, a hundred times,… — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary. — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
What a man knows only through feeling can be explained only through enthusiasm. — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
One man finds in religion his literature and his science, another finds in it his joy and his duty. — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
Which is more misshapen,--religion without virtue, or virtue without religion? — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
How many books there are whose reputation is made that would not obtain it were it now to make? — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
We shall always keep a spare corner in our heads to give passing hospitality to our friends' opinion. — Joseph Joubert Copy Share Image
Agriculture engenders good sense, and good sense of an excellent kind. — Joseph Joubert 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
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share Image
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image