On Poetry Quotes
May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours
truth is a friendthat asks for loyaltyand acceptancethen it enters our heartsdissolving the boundariesfreeing us from lonliness
O how we call each other namesYou call me schizophrenicI call you GodBut we do agree on oneDeluded are we both.
The truth, the all moving magic, the single handed spark of it all wasI found art. And this saved my life.
Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth...
In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes, But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
What seems real one moment is fiction the nextand gone out of existence the moment after that.Nostalgia is the greatest enemy of truth, and change our only constancy.
If you can change the way you think in time you will notice a change in your heart and also a change in your life and the way you see things.
New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.
Bí ann nó astáimse ag triall Ortagus má tácuirim geasa Ortmé a shábháilón dreama deirgur fear fuarsa spéir Thú.
Is there any reward?I'm beginning to doubt it.I am broken and bored, Is there any rewardReassure me, Good Lord, And inform me about it.Is there any reward?I'm beginning to doubt it.
(Wallace) Stevens turns to the idea of the weather precisely as the religious man turns to the idea of God.
Too scared to fightToo afraid to open my eyesToo small to stand up for myselfToo awake to fight for my dreamsGod please teach me to be brave So that I can brave defeat
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.
To tell others thatIt is a rumor Will not do. When your own heart asks How will you respond?
I have more wisdom than any books ever written in history of times, any scripture ever written which you rhyme but this is not my purpose.
Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.
Promise me this. When you find yourself in need of inspiration, bypass the roses that will clamor aimlessly for attention. And focus on the souls who have actually 'lived' among the thorns.
Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.
Crossing the limit is not my styleMy footsteps meander less than a mileI travel the world perhaps in a minuteYet a dream, to me, is never infinite!
I am that I ama Goddess, a Godentitled to the deepest and most beautiful sensationsoffered by Heaven and EarthIn love I trustIn Wisdom I am revealed
Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.
Each timewe bow to thefeet of anythingwe find riveting, the mind rises tobe surprised withnew crowningdiamonds ofcreativity.
You alwaysdrop by, to en-lighten my mind, when my wings arefeeling heavy &i've forgottenhow tofly.
Live in the shadow of the moon until you're bright enough to give birth to your own suns.
Some teach youwhat can't be taught, by turning their backon you & helpingyou get internallycloser to everythingyou externallysought.
You'll always be curious yet deliriously sinking into whatever your nightmare is until you let your wings know you're serious by leaping into your wildest dreams of self love.
A wise man once said, 'Life is like breathing. If you try to hold it, you'll lose it. But let it come & go & you'll always be connected to it.'
With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Listen within to find shining poetry and hear extraordinary music. You are a work of art.