#poetry

Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life. ↗

— William Hazlitt

#life #remembering #worth

I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee. ↗

— Ben Jonson

#death

It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither. ↗

— Gerard Manley Hopkins

#except #flying #happy #know #poetry

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. ↗

— Aberjhani

#despair #grief #national-poetry-month #pain #peace-movement

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#life

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love #poetry #love

In greatness, life and death merge. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #greatness #life #literature #literature-quotes

I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ... ↗

— Marina Tsvetaeva

#life

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry. ↗

— Georges Braque

#itself #only #poetry #ray #reality