#poet

Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive. ↗

— Mary Stewart

#writing #death

Conflicting stories continue to circulate concerning the death of the President. A second White House announcement has now called attention to the President's schedule for the day, pointing out that no mention is made there of dying. Also released was the President's schedule for tomorrow, wherein there also appears to be no plan on the part of the President or his advisers for him to die. "I think it would be best," said the White House Bilge Secretary, "in the light of these schcedules, to wait for a statement, one way or another, from the President himself. ↗

— Philip Roth

#poetry #death

One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#death

Our Mother feedeth thus our little life, That we may in turn feed her with our death ↗

— James Thomson

#mother-nature #poetry #death

I give you this to take with you: Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting. ↗

— Judith Minty

#leaving #moving #poetry #rebirth #time

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. ↗

— Frank O'Hara

#trust #change

Love is as we will it to be." ~ Amunhotep El Bey ↗

— Amunhotep El Bey

#funny #humorous-quotations #inspirational-quotations #lol #motivational-quotations

I love with love, so that we all may love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey ↗

— Amunhotep El Bey

#poetry #poetry-quotations #poetry-quotes #quote #quotes

... Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving I could say to myself of the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts. ↗

— Vinicius de Moraes

#living #loving #death

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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