Poetry Quotes - Page 3

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

I was an adventurer, but she was not an adventuress. She was a 'wanderess.' Thus, she didn’t care about money, only experiences - whether they came from wealth or from poverty, it was all the same to her.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
Of her life, and weaves them gratefully
Into a single cloth –
It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
And clears it for a different celebration.

When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs. She always knew the way. Her feet were little wings. And her beautiful head was a compass.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Be silent and safe - silence never betrays you;
Be true to your word and your work and your friend;
Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,
Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

To be great, be whole;
Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.
Be whole in everything. Put all you are
Into the smallest thing you do.
So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor
Because it blooms up above.

If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist.

The statement ‘There is nothing more American than an Indian’ happens to be a multidimensional paradox. Try and not say too many of those. That might open your mind to ideas that could cause sanity point loss.

Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art - a euphemism - tamed wilderness.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

I wish to get you out of my veins, but you are my third skin; I can't rub you off.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.