#poetry

Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity." Beckett ↗

— Beckett

#philosophy #poetry #poets #intelligence

No duties. I don’t have to be profound. I don’t have to be artistically perfect. Or sublime. Or edifying. I just wander. I say: ‘You were running, That’s fine. It was the thing to do.’ And now the music of the worlds transforms me. My planet enters a different house. Trees and lawns become more distinct. Philosophies one after another go out. Everything is lighter yet not less odd. Sauces, wine vintages, dishes of meat. We talk a little of district fairs, Of travels in a covered wagon with a cloud of dust behind, Of how rivers once were, what the scent of calamus is. That’s better than examining one’s private dreams. And meanwhile it has arrived. It’s here, invisible. Who can guess how it got here, everywhere. Let others take care of it. Time for me to play hooky. Buena notte. Ciao. Farewell. ↗

— Czesław Miłosz

#dreams

For what is a dream if not love first felt and what is mystery if not life itself ↗

— Giselle V. Steele

#dreams

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #dreams #flying #literature #literature-quotes

من جديد لا أجد ما أقوله سوى أنني أحببتك أكثر ↗

— لطيفة الحاج

#poetry #dreams

A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #dream #literature #literature-quotes #night

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dream #dreaming #literature #literature-quotes #love

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dream #dreams #fairy-tale #fairy-tales #literature

Poetry is just so emo,' he said. 'Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul. ↗

— John Green

#poetry #rain #pain

but from here on I want more crazy mourning, more howl, more keening -from "A Woman Dead in Her Forties ↗

— Adrienne Rich

#dreams