#poetic

Emotion is the surest arbiter of a poetic choice, and it is the priest of all supreme unions in the mind. ↗

— Max Eastman

#choice #emotion #mind #poetic #priest

The character and history of each child may be a new and poetic experience to the parent, if he will let it. ↗

— Margaret Fuller

#child #each #experience #history #may

Except here it's more power, more energy, younger and also in Europe it's still not only entertainment. Theater or films are looked at as a moral institution. That's why maybe they're so poetic. Here it's clear entertainment. ↗

— Maximilian Schell

#clear #energy #entertainment #europe #except

Paper is the strongest material in the world. Things under which a mountain will crumble, you can place on paper and it will hold: beauty at its most intense; love at its fiercest; the greatest grief; the greatest rage. ↗

— Nadeem Aslam

#beauty

To Wallace Stevens' post-Nietzschean formula 'God and the imagination are one,' these women poets would add a crucial third element: God and the imagination and my body are one. ↗

— Alicia Suskin Ostriker

#imagination

When that part of the woman meets with a man, all the flowers in the world suddenly bloom! All the birds of the world gather together and sing. The entire world turns golden, and your body becomes completely relaxed and you're not sure whether you're floating on clouds of feathers. The universe comes alive, like fireworks in the night. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#poetic #sex #love

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened. ↗

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

#current #heightened #language #poetical #should

Love encompasses so much, reaches so far, and heals so deeply, that any attempt to describe it, no matter how poetic, only dilutes it. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#heals #love #poetic #relationships #soul-mates

There are no poetic ideas; only poetic utterances. ↗

— Evelyn Waugh

#only #poetic #utterances

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom." (Sonnet 116) ↗

— William Shakespeare

#constancy #love #poetic #romantic #beauty