#poetry

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature. ↗

— Charles Darwin

#character-building #emotions #intellect #music #poetry

I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory. ↗

— Mos Def

#faith #god #happiness #hope #inspirational

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#life-philosophy #poetry #prose #reality #writing

It is always what I have already said: always the wish that you may find patience enough in yourself to endure, and simplicity enough to believe; that you may acquire more and more confidence in that which is difficult, and in your solitude among others. And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is right, in any case. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#life

This wobbly world host to insects and lint and a thousand pithy ways to feel unserious each minute It brings about a great softening of the mind, like the clouded edges of sea glass (this filter you could download and apply) A poultice or an opiate, rigidly individual. Alone and erasing sentences to splinters. (Poem No. 5) ↗

— Erin J. Watson

#life #mind #poems #poetry #world

Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#courage

Art is not the handmaid of politics. It is its own remedy! And its healing is sacral. ↗

— William Everson

#art

Possible is more a matter of attitude, A matter of decision, to choose Among the impossible possibilities, When one sound opportunity Becomes a possible solution. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#choices #decision #decisions #dejan-stojanovic #impossibility

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#death #love #poe #poetry #beauty

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#life #lovely #poetry #beauty