Quotes from Dylan Thomas

The ball I threw while playing in the park has not yet reached the ground.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the vine of days.

The dream has sucked the sleeper of his faith

I am going into the darkness of the darkness for ever.

I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Raging against the dying of the light - used in The Book of Peach

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles In children's circuses could stay their troubles? There was a time they could cry over books, But time has set its maggot on their track. Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe. What's never known is safest in this life. Under the skysigns they have no arms Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

Never and never, my girl riding far and near In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep, Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheepwhite hood, Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap, My dear, my dear, Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year, To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.

You must go around the states lecturing to women. And the inoffensive writers who've never dared lecture anyone, let alone women-they are frightened of women, they do not understand women, they write about women as creatures that never existed

To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seas. If I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work." ? Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Life is a terrible thing, thank God.

There are always Uncles at Christmas.

Into the sea of yourself like a young dog, and bring out a pearl.

And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flashing into the dark.

Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.

Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

And the whole pain flows open and I die.

Our snow was not only shaken from whitewash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely white-ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunderstorm of white, torn Christmas cards.

Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib Would leave me cold as butter for the flies

Time kills me terribly. 'Time shall not murder you,' He said, 'Nor the green nought be hurt; Who could hack out your unsucked heart, O green and unborn and undead?' I saw time murder me.

A hand rules heaven as a hand rules pity; hands have no tears to flow.

Reaching a self freedom is the only object.