#poetry

When the heart stops oozing blood & the outpouring is clear as water (so to speak) then you know you've turned the corner & will be well. When you look inward & all pathways are no longer dark but clearly lighted & shine like transparent drinking straws then you know you'll find your way alone. When the gray morning has nothing to do with you & doesn't weigh you down like a heavy blanket, then you know that moving will be easy again and your body will flow through time like the river it really is, smooth & deep. no rocks, no shallows to smash or catch you, keep you from moving on. When the heart slows to its normal rhythm and the beauty of birdsong at dawn doesn't make you cry because you are alone listening, then you know that everything has happened that is going to for now, and you can get on with your life & everything about it that was yours alone and always finer than anyone could ever imagine it would be without him. ↗

— Grace Butcher

#beauty

You ask me why I don't speak Not a word at will But write so much worth well over a mill' Well I value words like I value kisses A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart Darling it's how it mends it ↗

— Criss Jami

#beauty #hearts #kissing #love #lyrics

slow it is a slow business to grow a few words to say love ↗

— Anselm Hollo

#poetry #words #business

I say, 'Get me some poets as managers.' Poets are our original systems thinkers. They contemplate the world in which we live and feel obligated to interpret, and give expression to it in a way that makes the reader understand how that world runs. Poets, those unheralded systems thinkers, are our true digital thinkers. It is from their midst that I believe we will draw tomorrow's new business leaders." --Sidney Harman, CEO Multimillionaire of a stereo components company ↗

— Daniel H. Pink

#management-and-leadership #poetry #poets #business

God is busy and has no time for you. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #god #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

Who would one rather be? The one who desires, or the object of desire? One's answer to this question might determine if he is meant to be a poet or something else entirely. ↗

— Lan Samantha Chang

#change

Shvataš li šta je to poći u rat? Ako se i vratim, neću biti onaj koji je otišao. Ja se, Natalija, ne bojim smrti, bojim se rata. Užasno se bojim rata. ↗

— Dobrica Ćosić

#fear #life #serbian #serbian-poetry #war

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#death

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit: He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practise As full of labour as a wise man's art For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#plays #poetry #viola #wise #art

اعرف اننى عندما أقع في الحب سيكون الفصل شتاءاً وستسري في جسدي قشعريرة فلن أدرى أسببها البرد أم كوني معك؟ ↗

— شيرين عادل

#poetry #winter #love