Leaves Of Grass Quotes

Leaves Of Grass Quote of the day

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.

These are the days that must happen to you.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

In the faces of men and women, I see God.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

All truths wait in all things.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

Strong and content I travel the open road.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

O amazement of things-even the least particle!

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

Suspension of disbelief and that whole question is part of the heart of the 'Leaves of Grass'movie.