On Poetry Quotes

Ask the womb of a woman, and say unto her, If thou bring forth children, why dost thou it not together, but one after another? pray her therefore to bring forth ten children at once.

She cannot: but must do it by distance of time.

How my adventures become your sins?

Go thy way, weigh me the weight of the fire, or measure me the blast of the wind, or call me again the day that is past.

What man is able to do that, that thou should ask such things of me?

It were better that we were not at all, than that we should live still in wickedness, and to suffer, and not to know wherefore.

Verily it is a foolish thought that they both have devised, for the ground is given unto the wood, and the sea also had its place to bear its floods.

Thou hast given a right judgment, but why judge thou not thyself also?

I beseech thee, O Lord, let me have understanding: For it was not my mind to be curious of the high things, but of such as pass by us daily.

Wherefore the present age is given up as a reproach to the heathen, and for what cause the people whom thou hast loved is given over unto ungodly nations?!

Why the law of our forefathers are brought to nought, and the written covenants come to none effect-

We pass away out of the world as grasshoppers, and our life is astonishment and fear, and we are not worthy to obtain mercy.

What will he then do unto his name whereby we are called? ...of these things have I asked.

The more thou search, the more thou shall marvel.

The world hast fast to pass away- And cannot comprehend the things that are promised to the righteous in time to come: for this world is full of unrighteousness and infirmities.

If therefore that which is sown be not turned upside down, and if the place where the evil is sown passes not away, then cannot it come that is sown with good?

Ponder now by thyself, how great fruit of wickedness the grain of evil seed had brought forth. And when the ears shall be cut down, which are without number, how great a floor shall they fill?

How, and when shall these things come to pass? wherefore are our years few and evil?

Do not thou hasten above the most Highest: for thy haste is in vain to be above him, for thou hast much exceeded.

Did not the souls also of the righteous ask question of these things in their chambers, saying, "How long shall I hope on this fashion?" when cometh the fruit of the floor of our reward?

O Lord that bear rule, even we all are full of impiety. And for our sakes peradventure it is that the floors of the righteous are not filled, because of the sins of them that dwell upon the earth.

Go thy way to a woman with child, and ask of her when she had fulfilled her nine months, if her womb may keep the birth any longer within her.

From the beginning, look, what thou desires to see, it shall be shew thee.

If I have found favor in thy sight, and if it be possible, and if I be meet therefore, shew me then whether there be more to come than is past, or more past than is to come.

As thou know not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou know not the works of what makes all.

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: for thou know not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.

These be they that have put off the mortal clothing, and put on the immortal, and have confessed the name of God: now are they crowned, and receive palms.

Go thy way, and tell my people, the people of thy Lord God what manner of things, and how great wonders of the Lord thy God, thou hast seen.

And yet their reward appear not, and their labor had no fruit: for I have gone here and there through the heathen, and I see that they flow in wealth, and think not upon thy commandments.

Thy heart had gone too far in this world, and think thou to comprehend the way of the most High?

If people read poetry, they would be happier.

Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there’s no ash.Just light.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.

He wanted to be a poet, ' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.

Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.

Romantic haste in drama bringstears and sighs when the hero diesbut the curtain fall is finalwhen in life we take the tragic wayThe sunset too is a glorious thingbut with it ends the day.

He will one day meet his true love... A fellow traveler on the road... Her eyes will be his ocean... In her ocean he will sail forever....

my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

There is no hope for the hopeless but there is always some love for the loveless.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

So what if the airin Paris smells of romance?My shirt smells of you.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.