#poe

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

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life a resuscitated angel. ↗

— Saul Williams

#life

When death comes…. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what it’s going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body as a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. [from the poem "When Death Comes"] ↗

— Mary Oliver

#inspirational #poem #poetry #courage

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own my own my own and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life ↗

— June Jordan

#life

The way through the world Is more difficult to find than the way beyond it. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#life #poetry #spirit #life

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair. ↗

— Roman Payne

#choices #decisions #despair #hope #hope-and-despair

It is true that I can trip over anything and nothing – a speck of dust, a patch of sunlight, an idea. I move through life like a person with one eye, through a landscape that looks flat, but is really tricked out with hidden depths and shallows. It didn’t use to be so, but no matter. I navigate the world well enough in my own way. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#life