#poet

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas

#simplicity #age

Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#poetry #humor

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have. ↗

— Kay Ryan

#poetry #humor

Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap. ↗

— P.W. Catanese

#poetry #humor

The BALLPOINT PENGUINS, black and white, Do little else but write and write. Although they've nothing much to say, They write and write it anyway.... ↗

— Jack Prelutsky

#humor #poetry #humor

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

[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