Poetry Quotes Life Quotes

“A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.”
― Mary Oliver, The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem

“I'm an open book in a closed room.”
― Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts

“Unless you are silent, you will not
know your urgent heart, how it beats
between the thin skin of yes and no.”
― Drew Myron, Thin Skin

“The movement
Of the body is

Where poetry
Begins”
― Clint Catalyst, Cottonmouth Kisses

“Fuck I hate fucks
Who think they’re so fucking great
They know everything about fucking,
When they’re just fucking fucks fucking!
And no one changes the fucking world
When they keep fucking to another fuck’s fuck.”
― Initially NO, Coal fire cream

“I remember, for instance, the first time I went to the great palace of Versailles outside Paris and how, as I wandered around among all those gardens and fountains and statues, I had a sense that the place was alive with ghosts which I was just barely able to see, that somewhere just beneath the surface of all that was going on around me at that moment, the past was going on around me too with such reality and such poignance that I had to have somebody else to tell about it if only to reassure myself that I wasn’t losing my mind. I wanted and sorely needed to name to another human being the sights that I was seeing and the thoughts and feelings they were giving rise to. I thought that in a way I could not even surely know what I was seeing physically until I could speak of it to someone else, could not come to terms with what I was feeling as either real or unreal until I could put it into words and speak those words and hear other words in response to mine. But there was nobody to speak to, as it happened, and I can still remember the frustration of it: the sense I had of something trying to be born in me that could not be born without the midwifery of expressing it; the sense, it might not be too much to say, of my self trying to be born, of a threshold I had to cross in order to move on into the next room of who I had it in me just then to become. “in the beginning was the Word,” John writes, and perhaps part of what that means is that until there is a word, there can be no beginning.
Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember, in an essay called The Speaking and Writing of Words.”
― Frederick Buechner, A Room Called Remember: Uncollected Pieces

“There are many things you can lie your way through; poetry is not one of them.”
― Nicole Lyons

“Oj budi svoj! Al’ brat ti budi braći,
I radi za svijet, al’ ne slušaj pljeska;
I ljubi svijet, al’ ne nadaj se plaći,
Jer hvala ljudska voda je vrh pijeska,
U tvojoj svijesti hvala ti je trudu,
S poštena tekar lica teče pošten znoj,
I nijesi, brate, živio zaludu,
Kad jesi svoj!”
― August Šenoa, Budi svoj: hrvatska lirika 19. stoljeća

“To do better, to be better, to make other things better. My whole damn life is my passion project. You think I have big hair; you should see my dreams.”
― Alicia Cook, Stuff I've Been Feeling Lately

“Arising there, a china cabinet, its gifts enclosed in a hug.
Atop a pedestal table, hand-sanded and love-stained,
Mom's Christmas cactus trails and cascades in forest greens
awaiting pink-winged petals alighting in season, a crescendo of bloom framed an autumn-light meandering through remembrance like a dream.”
― Christina M. Ward, organic

“Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning...
no end.
Just the beauty within the reflected infinity”
― Michael Biondi

“Unpublished.




What if I, revealed these feelings
private pieces, cast… at stranger’s eyes
exposing sober thought, and truth
as sentiments, lie deep
interred, inside of me… should they come alive?

Unconsciously
to never share, that essence... safe, in mind

Restlessness wordplay, stills me
I was born… unsettled

Through my rage, of self-indulgence
all… those chosen things, I hide
deep and unexposed
stay inconsolable… within the inside”
― Bev Flynn, Wordmotifs... and Waterlines

“We're shadows! of naught - living, dying! for what's not.”
― Fakeer Ishavardas

“The stark nude trees
are old and surviving
without attempting modesty.”
― Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum

“Alma, para llegar al infinito,
da un impulso más firme a tu vuelo;
sufre mási... ¡sufremási... Tiene tu grito
alas, para elevarte sobre el suelo...”
― Luisa Luisi, Poemas de la Inmovilidad y Canciones al Sol

“if poetry
music
books
art
sky
ocean
don't make you cry
you should stare longer
read more
listen with your soul.”
― Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: A Book of Poetry for Glass Hearts

“And for that, I forgive you.
And for that, a masochist in me that was nurtured and raised by you is also thankful”
― Simona Tomic, Life Will Kill You, My Friend

“loving a writer is only for the strong,
the ones who care to stare
at the sky with you. or at a locked door.
you refuse to open. and this is why
love remains crazy. undefined. unbearable.
irrational. because loving a writer
has no rules. it's like seeing the
world for the very first time.”
― Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: A Book of Poetry for Glass Hearts

“Don't keep anyone around
Who would let you go flat.

- how to stay bubbly”
― Greta Farrell, flavor profile

“Here, I'm back again; I'm not in the complaint;
My focus mind retains; Not tired absorbing the pain; I'm water during the drained.

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― Aron Micko H.B

“Dreaming of a life not lived, but holding onto the fantasy, because the scars of reality still sting the heart.”
― Katri Maree, Coagulated Memories: A Coming of Age Collection of Poetry, Prose and Illustrations