Quotes About Life

I told her it takesa lot of solitude to write a poem.She told me it takes a lot of solitudeto die.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

For what is a dream if not love first felt and what is mystery if not life itself

fortune has no era finer than this moment

All paths lead to death, our premature sacrifice for future spawn(from Elixir)

2.07 WALK OF LIFELife but like a cycle that you be riding, You will fall if you ever stop peddling, Life not of good cards you be holding, But those held and how you be playing.[68] - 4

Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

A poem is an event, like a wedding or birth.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it's the times that don't feel real that we remember forever?

Visitors come and go.Daily I read tea leaves for signsof the approaching century:a raven perched on a crossa sword piercing a cloud--A Victorian Life

Poetry is the beauty of life.

Poetry is the essence and evidence of life.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

Falling in love with you was out of my control, but I do have a say in what happens next. And, I will choose to stay in love with you through everything this life throws at us.

Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.

Poetry is not a profession it's a destiny.

An art in which the artist by means of rhythm and great sincerity can convey to others the sentiment which he feels about life.

If poetry dies, nothing lives !

I have heard queens' swans, moved a man to cry, heard Bach played in the Metro on guitars.I have made love in Paris. Let me die.

In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.