#poetry

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #poetry




Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.


Thomas Mann


#also #beauty #birth #gives #opposite

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.


Aberjhani


#despair #grief #national-poetry-month #pain #peace-movement

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.


Robert Frost


#poetry #religion #forgiveness

If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.


Chad Sugg


#congratulations #hope #humanity #inspiration #inspirational

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.


Neil Gaiman


#poetry #inspirational

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.


Walt Whitman


#life

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.


Pablo Neruda


#poetry #love

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.


Anne Sexton


#love #poetry #love

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.


Robert Frost


#poetry #age

Resist much, obey little.


Walt Whitman


#resistance