#poe

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come ↗

— William Wordsworth

#soul #life

Sometimes I look back and I am shocked. Everyday of my life I have prepared for success, worked for it, waited for it, and you don't notice how the days pass until nearly a lifetime is finished. Then it hits you--the thing you have been waiting for has already gone by. And it was going in the other direction. It's like I've been waiting on the wrong side of the road for a bus that was already full." p. 265 ↗

— Monica Ali

#life

Romantic haste in drama brings tears and sighs when the hero dies but the curtain fall is final when in life we take the tragic way The sunset too is a glorious thing but with it ends the day. ↗

— C.P. Klapper

#poetry #romance #life

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life. ↗

— Santoka Taneda

#creating #haiku #japanese #poetry #zen

Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests, and mines, and stone quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#poet-quotes #life

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #feelings #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone. ↗

— Tom Schulman

#life

I yearn to make these scars disappear And to forget about the past. To throw away all of my fears And to be happy at last. ↗

— Atarah L. Poling

#poetry #poetry-life #poetry-quotes #life

A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important. ↗

— Wisława Szymborska

#poetry #life

When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#nature #poetry #life