I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist.
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.
In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
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.
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.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousands winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunnlight in ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousands winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunnlight in ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye - Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep (Gedicht)
2Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
A living poem had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.
What was it when I looked at you
What power has chained me through and through
And binds my heart with links so tight
I can not live without the sight - of you
What power has chained me through and through
And binds my heart with links so tight
I can not live without the sight - of you
King's Quest - VI: Heir Today, Gone Tomorrow
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared
2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete, Album: The Rose That Grew From Concrete Vol. 1
7When power leads men towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.
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Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
Word to the wise writer: never underestimate your secondary characters! But watch them... they sneak off with stuff.
Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.
The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.
The Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it.
The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.
It may seem as the hardest thing in the world, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.
Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.
The world is my workshop. It is not my home.
The secrets of success are a good wife and a steady job. My wife told me.
Peace is not absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means.
Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty."
John - 6, 35
3I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.
Arwen in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring - to Aragorn
30Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.
Act on inspiration when it strikes.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
Home is a hard place to leave, even if you are unhappy there.
Alexander in King's Quest - VI: Heir Today, Gone Tomorrow
6If believing in yourself and going after what you want in life and realising your worth is ruthless and selfish, then I'm definitely ruthless and selfish.
In the beginning of a jorney, no one knows what to expect. They might have a vague idea the road ahead could be rough. That's what makes new beginnings so exciting. You don't know what will happen until it's over.
Sam Gardner in Atypical - Season 4
2Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.