41 Quotes & Sayings By Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas was born in Wales on November 9, 1914 and died of tuberculosis on November 29, 1953. His father, the Reverend Ernest Thomas, was a country priest of the Church of England and his mother, Elizabeth ("Bessie"), was a local nurse. The family lived in the small market town of Laugharne, where young Dylan took part in local plays and recitations. He attended primary school at Pengam, before being sent to the local grammar school in Carmarthen Read more

His parents had difficulty getting him to school regularly due to his recurrent illnesses. He attended Carmarthen Grammar School for just over a year before being transferred to the more progressive King Edward's School in Llandovery. At King Edward's he met Robert Graves who would later become his mentor.

Thomas suffered from tuberculosis in his youth which caused frequent bouts of illness. During one bout, in January 1936, he went to stay with his aunt Katherine Jones-Parry at her home at Llanbadoc Fawr near Swansea. It was here that he began writing poetry under the influence of his Welsh compatriot Dylan Thomas (1914–1953), who had already achieved success with his poetry collection Under Milk Wood (1954).

Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall...
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Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas
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I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't. Dylan Thomas
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With...
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The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs. Dylan Thomas
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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. Dylan Thomas
An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as...
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An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do. Dylan Thomas
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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas
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A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas
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Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas
Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd...
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Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets. Dylan Thomas
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And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas
[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.
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[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet. Dylan Thomas
I sang in my chains like the sea
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I sang in my chains like the sea Dylan Thomas
These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are...
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These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in Praise of God, and I'd be a damn fool if they weren't. Dylan Thomas
This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe...
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This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed. Dylan Thomas
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On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft: To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven, The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft. To lift to leave from the treasures of man is pleasing death That will rake at last all currencies of the marked breath And count the taken, forsaken mysteries in a bad dark. To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seas If I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work. . Dylan Thomas
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In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art. Dylan Thomas
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately...
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My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out. Dylan Thomas
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And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read? . Dylan Thomas
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Do not go gentle into that good night. Dylan Thomas
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It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea. Dylan Thomas
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I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine. Dylan Thomas
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Man be my metaphor’, Dylan Thomas
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Though lovers be lost love shall not. Dylan Thomas
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Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon.She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face? Dylan Thomas
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It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Dylan Thomas
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Come on up, boys- I'm dead. Dylan Thomas
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I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they've ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn't know, because I won't ever dare ask that question. Dylan Thomas
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My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time with my eyes hanging out. Dylan Thomas
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Somebody's boring me I think it's me. Dylan Thomas
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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. Dylan Thomas
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The function of posterity is to look after itself. Dylan Thomas
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Hands have not tears to flow. Dylan Thomas
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A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas
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Though lovers be lost, love shall not. Dylan Thomas
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He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest. Dylan Thomas
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Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twistings and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work. Dylan Thomas
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Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas
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When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes. Dylan Thomas
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The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone. Dylan Thomas
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Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party. Dylan Thomas