Poetry Quotes

I thank you most sincerely for your polite notice of me, in the elegant Lines you enclosed; and however undeserving I may be of such encomium and panegyrick, the style and manner exhibit a striking proof of your great poetical Talents. In honour of which, and as a tribute justly due to you, I would have published the Poem, had I not been apprehensive, that, while I only meant to give the World this new instance of your genius, I might have incurred the imputation of Vanity. This and nothing else, determined me not to give it place in the public Prints.

Men of real talents in Arms have commonly approved themselves patrons of the liberal arts and friends to the poets, of their own as well as former times. In some instances by acting reciprocally, heroes have made poets, and poets heroes.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

The poet ranks far below the painter in the representation of visible things, and far below the musician in that of invisible things.

Without language, one cannot talk to people and understand them; one cannot share their hopes and aspirations, grasp their history, appreciate their poetry, or savour their songs. I again realized that we were not different people with separate languages; we were one people, with different tongues.

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.

Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug? Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug. Run and fetch him a suitable drug. Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug. That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.

I would rather be stricken blind than to live without expression of mind.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I cry, 'cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life, but take no form. I cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friends, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on?

I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal. Trying to find peace of mind and still preserve my soul.

When my heart can beat no more, I hope I die for a principle or a belief that I have lived for.

I will die Before My Time. Because I feel the shadow's Depth. So much I wanted to accomplish. before I reached my Death.

This duo inside of me causes the perfect opportunity to live and learn twice as fast as those who choose to accept simplicity.

The day you chose to leave me it rained constantly in truth I swore the rain to be the tears of cuspids eyes.

Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

They ordered the extermination of all minds they couldn't control.

When your heart turns cold, it causes your soul to freeze.

They loved the sight of your dimming, and flickering starlight. How could they understand what was so intricate to be loved by so many, so intimate.

If it meant my love was really true, I'd gladly die and watch over you.