#poetry

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art. ↗

— Frances Fong

#disgust #inertia #isolation #poetry #sadness

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.... ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #art

Poetry is like an innocent young maiden who is extremely beautiful, and whom many other maidens, who are the other fields of knowledge, are careful to enrich, polish, and adorn, and she must be served by all of them. Her alchemy is such that the person who knows how to treat her will turn her into purest gold of inestimable value...she should not be allowed in the company of scoundrels or the ignorant mob incapable of knowing or appreciating the treasures that lie within her. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

#poetry #art

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature. ↗

— Charles Darwin

#character-building #emotions #intellect #music #poetry

I give a damn if any fan recalls my legacy, I'm trying to live life in the sight of GOD's memory. ↗

— Mos Def

#faith #god #happiness #hope #inspirational

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#life-philosophy #poetry #prose #reality #writing

It is always what I have already said: always the wish that you may find patience enough in yourself to endure, and simplicity enough to believe; that you may acquire more and more confidence in that which is difficult, and in your solitude among others. And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is right, in any case. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#life

This wobbly world host to insects and lint and a thousand pithy ways to feel unserious each minute It brings about a great softening of the mind, like the clouded edges of sea glass (this filter you could download and apply) A poultice or an opiate, rigidly individual. Alone and erasing sentences to splinters. (Poem No. 5) ↗

— Erin J. Watson

#life #mind #poems #poetry #world

Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#courage

What seems real one moment is fiction the next and gone out of existence the moment after that. Nostalgia is the greatest enemy of truth, and change our only constancy. ↗

— David Budbill

#poetry #truth #vermont #change