S.M. Stevens Quotes

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.

(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God.

After the final no there comes a yes / And on that yes the future world depends.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendosThe blackbird whistlingOr just after.

The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

The poem must resist the intelligenceAlmost successfully.

After the leaves have fallen, we returnTo a plain sense of things. It is as ifWe had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On termsLike these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

Let be be finale of seem.The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

A poem is a meteor.

There will never be an endTo this droning of the surf.

I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill.

(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious idea turns to the idea of God.

Books are both our luxuries and our daily bread.

You need to stop this defeatist aura around you. When you project sadness, you push people away.

Sometimes you hit a point where you either change or self destruct.

Confidence, like art, never comes from having all answers.It comes from being open to all questions.

All history is modern history.

Everyone hurts us. If we stopped loving them because of pain, we'd never love anyone.

The truth is that there comes a time When we can mourn no more over music That is so much motionless sound

If he were to put his heart in my hand, he might never find it again. And I'm not cruel enough to let him break while he tries to heal the impossible.

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

Being an author, writing a book was great fun. Publishing and marketing, not so fun.

You have the Answer. Just get quiet enough to hear it. ~Pat Obuchowski

The need to create a citadel in which to hide from the world is characteristic of people with a schizoid disposition

She felt invisible shackles snaking around her wrists and ankles, took a deep breath and said..............

There is great worth in holding universal truths and timelessly beautiful words in your heart, which will stay there forever, infusing your thoughts and speech…

He heard her low accord, Half prayer and half ditty, And He felt a subtle quiver, That was not heavenly love, Or pity.This is not writIn any book.

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

The pain on the inside is what keeps you human, ' she said. 'Never forget that.

I was 8, 569 miles away, 37 butt-numbing hours of travel across seven time zones in the last two days, or was it three? Amelia Earhart, eat your heart out.

Slowly, all the days became Saturdays, full of more sunlight than I could remember seeing in a long time.

Toilet paper was either bleached white or unbleached gray, yet there were more than a dozen kinds of ketchup and about 30 brands of cookies. I approved of their priorities.

There I was, poised on the edge of the high diving board of life, and the pool kept moving around.

If I can teach myself the art of loneliness, then perhaps the art of writing will come more easily to me.

All the answers to your questions about what your goals can and should be lie within, so does your power to accomplish those goals.

The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself.Michel de Montaigne

True sacrifice is merely self-control.

I wanted a life full of intrigue and mystery, new environments, and new people...[a] temporary life with no fear of being trapped,

Sometimes it is one step at a time, and things don’t always work out the way we would like them to, but as you allow God to direct you He will bring you to a place of peace.

When a show ends, for a few days, my body sizzles with leftover energy, like a tree in the wake of a lightning strike.

The first few weeks of school were always surreal, like you landed on an alien planet with strange teachers and unfamiliar classrooms, even though the lockers and cafeteria seemed familiar.

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

There is a perfect rout of characters in every man—and every man is like an actor’s trunk, full of strange creatures, new & old. But an actor and his trunk are two different things