#poetry

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

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...I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face... ↗

— John Geddes

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(sinä olet) kaunein kaikista tähdistä ↗

— Sappho

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Percy and Books Percy does not like it when I read a book. He puts his face over the top of it, and moans. He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes. The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down. The tide is out, and the neighbor's dogs are playing. But Percy, I say, Ideas! The elegance of language! The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage. Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was not enough. Let's go. ↗

— Mary Oliver

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it’s not necessarily helpful to talk about poetry as if it were a device to be assembled or a religious experience to be undergone. Rather, it would be useful to talk about poetry as if it were, for example, Belgium ↗

— David Orr

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Pisces :Without you I'm nothing, You're my everything. Aquarius :Without you i'm lonely and unpretty, You're my happiness and beauty. ↗

— patrick cruz

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One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom, My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose. When I inquired what had caused the blight, "My lips for a moment opened in a smile in this garden," it replied. ↗

— Musharraf Ali Farooqi

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i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

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