#poetry

To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry. ↗

— John Andrew Holmes

#always #apprehend #beautiful #beautifully #feel

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. ↗

— Rumi

#beauty

… and the most beautiful words ever spoken, I have not yet said to you. ↗

— Nâzım Hikmet

#writing #beauty

Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains ↗

— Kami Garcia

#poetry #beauty

their heart grew cold they let their wings down ↗

— Sappho

#defeat #giving-in #giving-up #imagery #poetry

This is the kind of Friend You are- Without making me realize my soul's anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off all my suffering and sordid past in Your beautiful Hands. ↗

— Hafiz of Shiraz

#beauty

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#distortion #poetry #beauty

A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I was writing, I would forget myself and everyone else; poetry made me feel part of something noble and beautiful and bigger than me. [...] I slid them under the carpet as soon as they were done, all the images and rhymes wrestled into place. By the time I had copied them out, I found I had memorized every line. Then they would surprise me by surging through me, like songs I knew by heart. ↗

— Andrea Ashworth

#writing #beauty

From the union of power and money, from the union of power and secrecy, from the union of government and science, from the union of government and art, from the union of science and money, from the union of ambition and ignorance, from the union of genius and war, from the union of outer space and inner vacuity, the Mad Farmer walks quietly away. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#poetry #union #art

There's no retirement for an artist,its your way of living so theres no end to it. ↗

— Bono

#poetry #art