#poetry

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be, all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud. ↗

— Rosa Luxemburg

#humanism #marxism #poetry #rosa-luxemburg #beauty

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#poetry #soul #worth #beauty

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#beauty #eyes #fear #five #going

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean. ↗

— Robinson Jeffers

#poetry #the-continent-s-end #life

A poem is never finished, only abandoned. ↗

— Paul Valery

#abandoned #finished #never #only #poem

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate) ↗

— Mary Oliver

#love #nature #poetry #beauty

I don't like to boast, but I have probably skipped more poetry than any other person of my age and weight in this country. ↗

— Will Cuppy

#any #boast #country #i #like

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipèd out likewise. Not so (quod I); let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame; My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name: Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew. ↗

— Edmund Spenser

#immortality #love #poetry #death

I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#edgar-allan-poe #poetry #dreams

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little. ↗

— John Galsworthy

#dreams #human-nature #inspirational-quotes #john-galsworthy #nobel-laureate