#poet

One million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes That's approximatley how many minutes I've loved you It's how many times i've thought about you How many minutes i've worried about you How many minutes i've thanked God for you How many minutes i've thanked every deity in the universe for you. One million Fifty-one Thousand And Two Hundred Minutes One million fifty-one thousand amd two hundred times. It's how many times you've made me smile. How many times you've made me dream, How many times you've made me believe, How many times you've made me discover, How many times you've made me adore, How many times you've made me cheris, My life. .... And exactlly one million fifty-one thousand and two hundred minutes from now, i am going to propose to you, and ask that you share all the rest of the minutes Of your life, with me. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dreams

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort. ↗

— John Berryman

#dreams

...But...to sing, to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free, with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see! To cock your hat to one side, when you please at a yes, a no, to fight, or- make poetry! To work without a thought of fame or fortune, on that journey, that you dream of, to the moon! Never to write a line that's not your own... ↗

— Edmond Rostand

#poetry #writers-quotes #dreams

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #dreams #firelight #love #night

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#poetry #dreams

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest. ↗

— John Clare

#dreams

Clear, unscaleable ahead, Rise the mountains of instead From whose cold, cascading streams None may drink except in dreams ↗

— W.H. Auden

#poetry #dreams

Poetry = Anger x Imagination ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#equations #imagination #poetry #anger

Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty. ↗

— Jim Carroll

#poetry #poetry-quotes #death

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams! ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#dreams