Poetry
Quotes - All that is gold does not glitter
“All
that is gold does not glitter,
Not
all those who wander are lost;
The
old that is strong does not wither,
Deep
roots are not reached by the frost.
From
the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A
light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed
shall be blade that was broken,
The
crownless again shall be king.”
―
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
“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, 100 Love Sonnets
“I
love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in
secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
―
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
“Only
the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
―
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
“Music
expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain
silent”
―
Victor Hugo
“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
“We
love the things we love for what they are.”
―
Robert Frost
“You
talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.”
―
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
“I
carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it
(anywhere
I go
you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I
fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you
are my world,my true)
and
it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always
sing is you
here
is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here
is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree
called life; which grows
higher
than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I
carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
―
E.E. Cummings
“Every
heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who
wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a
poet.”
―
Plato
Tell
me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
“Tell
me, what is it you plan to do
with
your one wild and precious life?”
―
Mary Oliver
“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, Monsters Under Your Head
I
have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
“I
have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
―
Sarah Williams
“Painting
is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt
rather than seen.”
―
Leonardo da Vinci
“To
be nobody but
yourself
in a world
which
is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody
else means to fight the hardest battle
which
any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
―
E.E. Cummings
“Resist
much, obey little.”
―
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
“Unbeing
dead isn't being alive.”
― E.
E. Cummings
“You
do not have to be good.
You
do not have to walk on your knees
for
a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You
only have to let the soft animal of your body
love
what it loves.
Tell
me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile
the world goes on.
Meanwhile
the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are
moving across the landscapes,
over
the prairies and the deep trees,
the
mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile
the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are
heading home again.
Whoever
you are, no matter how lonely,
the
world offers itself to your imagination,
calls
to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over
and over announcing your place
in
the family of things.”
―
Mary Oliver
“A
poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a
lovesickness.”
―
Robert Frost
“Poets
have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
―
G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions
“Some
say the world will end in fire,
Some
say in ice.
From
what I've tasted of desire,
I
hold with those who favor fire.
But
if it had to perish twice
I
think I know enough of hate
To
say that for destruction ice
Is
also great
And
would suffice.”
―
Robert Frost
“Trees
are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into
paper,
That
we may record our emptiness.”
―
Kahlil Gibran
“One
ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine
picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
―
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship
“I
shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I
lift my eyes and all is born again.”
―
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
