Quotes from Dylan Thomas

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days...

Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

Clown in the Moon My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.

Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing , at its highest level...A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.

Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true Poem on His Birthday

Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knocked down that Before the agony; the spirit grows, Forgets, and cries; A little comes, is tasted and found good.

After the first death, there is no other.