#poetry

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#inspirational

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar. ↗

— Antonio Machado

#poetry #spanish #inspirational

Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed? ↗

— Christopher Brennan

#love #philosophical #poetry #inspirational

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't. ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#life #love #poetry #women #writing

How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#love #nature #poetry #prayer #spirituality

In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#poetry #inspirational

Life is as long as you live it. ↗

— Lashauna D. Hinton

#life #love #lyrics-of-the-heart #poetry #inspirational

Unforgiveness, splinter in your breastbone, lives there lodged like a small tree. Withers in winter, looms in spring. Its fruit is sweet on first bite, then turns into the taste of your own flesh. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#poetry #poetry-quotes #spirituality #unforgiven #wisdom-inspirational

We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it ↗

— Billy Joel

#lessons #life #music #poetry #inspirational

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. ↗

— John F. Kennedy

#arrogance #cleanses #concern #corrupts #diversity