Quotes About Life

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

the impossibility of being humanall too humanthis breathingin and outout and inthese punksthese cowardsthese championsthese mad dogs of glorymoving this little bit of light towardusimpossibly.

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world.And live your life.

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

there are so many dayswhen living stops and pulls up and sitsand waits like a train on the rails.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

To live day by dayIs not to live at all.

So we found the end of our journey.So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly it hurts to know that I was used and tried for a time. Then thrown back.

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...

Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar, My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.

Life is like a poetry, without meaning or purpose - it's useless.

We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.

Death defines life. I'd rather stay undefined.

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life's final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.

You are only as touched my the magic of this life as you want to be.

Poetry of the universe is written with flowers and the lights of love on a canvas we call earth.

The clouds above us join and separate, The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.Life is like that, so why not relax?Who can stop us from celebrating?

Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.

If I can't spend the rest of my life with you, I will live alone.

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