#poetry

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#wise

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ↗

— Robert Frost

#rain #flowers

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#flowers #poetry #flowers

Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#poetry #insult

Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#guns

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#books #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #nature

اسرع الي خلع خفيها عن قدميها الرقيقتين ان كانت لابستهما أو البسهما قدميها ان كانتا مجردتين منهما, و ان شكت برداً فدفئ كفيها في صدرك, و لو ارتجفت برداً. ولا تحسبها ذلة ان تمسك مرآتها بيدك, يا من ولدت حراً لا قناً(هي ذلة حقاً لكن ما اسرع ان تستعذبها) ↗

— Ovid

#art

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still. ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#words #hell

Poetry is something in-between the dream and its interpretation. ↗

— Lou Andreas-Salomé

#dreams

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #faith #inspiration #inspirational #metaphysics