Poetry Quote by Wallace Stevens Download Open image ““There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.”” — Wallace Stevens ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
“If we do not play in the dangerous surf, we will drown in puddles.” — Michael D. O'Brien Copy Share Image
“You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.” — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my foot prints, And the wind… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Kabat-Zinn writes, “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” — Will Schwalbe Copy Share Image
“Everyone is simply riding the wave chance has put them on. Some people know how to surf; some people drown.” — Louis Menand Copy Share Image
“The sound of the surf mingled with the wind rushing in his ears, and still it did not drown out the sound of her… — Connie Brockway Copy Share Image
For a surfer, it's never-ending. There's always some wave you want to surf. — Kelly Slater Copy Share Image
Poet, patting more nonsense foamed From the sea, conceive for thecourts Of these academies, the diviner health Disclosed in common forms. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The magnificent cause of being, The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of day and night, Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, Of that wide… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Lunar Paraphrase" The moon is the mother of pathos and pity. When, at the wearier end of November, Her old light moves along the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“The stars are putting on their glittering belts, They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash Like a great shadow's last embellishment” — wallace stevens Copy Share Image
Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood. — Wallace Stevens 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… — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
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… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
