#poe

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations. ↗

— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

#poetry #imagination

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you. Do not consider what strangers say. Be secluded in your secret heart-house, that bowl of silence. ↗

— Rumi

#poetry #rumi #imagination

Yo nací un día que Dios estuvo enfermo, grave... ↗

— César Vallejo

#poem #inspirational

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#love

Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days. ↗

— Clive Barker

#fantasy #fear #horror #poem #scary

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#fiction #poems #poetry #reading #imagination

There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper... ↗

— Criss Jami

#building-up #compression #creativity #deaf #development

Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand... ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#imagination #poetry #struggle #imagination

Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#imagination #poetry #imagination

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and, in fact, there was a certain restless brilliancy about her eyes that half led me to imagine she was not. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#insanity #sanity #short-story #imagination