Poems Quotes - Page 2

A book is a place where my reality, escapism, hope, despair, love and death lie.

Books have power to bring you glory or doom, it all depends on perception.

My only wish is to be buried with my books.

My heart's scripture tastes
foreign in the mouths of
cowards and on the tongues of
those who have never breathed in
the moon and breathed out the world.

If you had told me, though, when I was twenty-four that I would write about Skokie, Illinois, where I grew up, I would have said, ‘You’re out of your mind. Why would I have Skokie in a poem?’ But you become resigned. Your job is to write about the life you actually have.

You can save many lives but the most courageous act is to save your authentic-self.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

The road was so dimly lighted.
There we;re no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds,
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up 'til they died....

Technology is grey. More technology, less colors. We're building a world with colors only in poems.

I'm making a list
I'm making a list of things I must say
For politeness,
And goodness and kindness and gentleness
Sweetness and rightness:
Hello
Pardon me
How are you?
Excuse me
Bless you
May I?
Thank you
Goodbye
If you know some that I've forgot,
Please stick them in you eye!

Some people like me, some don't. I don't understand, Where the difference comes from. My heart like them all. For a simple childish reason. We all are created equal, we all are humans.

To be successful in life , Plan, Implement, Revise, Update, and Build on Change.

Smiling is not a choice It’s a Lifestyle Pass it on

Passion + Vision +Skill + Mentoring = Success.

Start wherever you are! Low hanging fruit really tastes as good as the high stuff.

A lie near to truth is always difficult to catch

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.