Poetry


“A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.”

“Every sentence should be a little poem.”

“Poetry is a deep cry against social, economic and political injustice.”

“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”


“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”


“The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”


“Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”


“The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.”


“Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were 'I go to seek a Great Perhaps.' That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.”


“You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.”


“Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.”


“All the girls in the world were divided into two classes: one class included all the girls in the world except her, and they had all the usual human feelings and were very ordinary girls; while the other class -herself alone- had no weaknesses and was superior to all humanity.”


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


“Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it will evade you, but if you notice the other things around you, it will gently come and sit on your shoulder.”


“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”


“We must believe that it is the darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. We will see it when we believe it.”


“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”


“Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.”


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