Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
A thousand lips, a thousand eyes, a thousand hearts will read these words, as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly, repeatedly, again and again and again. Some will mock,...
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V.S.Atbay
The will of life and death, never share the same motivation...we all know that love is the ultimate motive to die for...but let’s not kid ourselves......we all know the ultimate motive to rise back from the dead is vengeance.
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Non Nomen
The spirit, my love, is stronger than laughter, stronger than the hungry pantingof reckless lionsthat paw and shuffle underneath the canopy of bowed trees, stronger than the pace of a dying heart, that awaits to be pumped to life by episodes mothered by time, by...
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V.S. Atbay
I love you just the way you arebut you don't see you like I do. You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect. Trust me, perfect should try to be you.
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Bo Burnham
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.
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Jalaluddin Rumi
More Quotes By A.E. Housman
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There’s nothing...
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.
You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover.' Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for...
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come...
Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.
