Quotes About Sonnet

A Sonnet is a moment's monument,— Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

The idea that a student can write a sonnet or a novel without having a sound understanding about its history, and where it fits into literature as a whole, seems to me to be manifestly daft.

The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.

I shall head to my desk and write The sonnet that praises the antique pen Used to write out prophecies of today With you on my arm, unafraid.

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

Like a Shakespearean sonnet that captures the very essence of love, or a painting that brings out the beauty of the human form that is far more than just skin deep, Euler's equation reaches down into the very depths of existence.

Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,Mindless of its just honors; with this keyShakespeare unlocked his heart.

An intellectual's weapon is writing, but sometimes people react as if it were a firearm. A writer can do a lot to change the situation, but as far as I know, no dictatorship has fallen because of a sonnet.

No: Shakespear's household bills Could never be responsible, they say, For all the heartache and the 1000 ills His work is heir to, poem, sonnet, play . . . Emended readings give the real reason: The times were out of joint, the loves, the season. - The Critics

In the poetry of arrival, the garage door is free verse; the front door can be anything from a rhyming couplet to a sonnet.

A story is a story is a story. The only difference is in the techniques you bring to bear. There are always limitations on what you can and can't do. But I enjoy that. Just like when you write a sonnet or haiku, there are rules you have to abide by. And to me, playing within the rules is the fun part. It keeps the brain fresh.

Perhaps one of the most compelling and moving descriptions of that internal battle comes near the end of the book, when Mrs Whatsit tells the children that life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: "You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

Life...is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.

Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: you're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.

A sonnet might look dinky, but it was somehow big enough to accommodate love, war, death, and O.J. Simpson. You could fit the whole world in there if you shoved hard enough.

Sînt priviri feminine care au ceva din perfectiunea trista a unui sonet.

The progression of pleasures is from the distich to the quatrain, from the quatrain to the sonnet, from the sonnet to the ballad, from the ballad to the ode, from the ode to the cantata, from the cantata to the dithyramb. The husband who commences with dithyramb is a fool.

Oh, Philippe, thou are a rogue. So I have been told. Presumably because I am innocent of the slightest indiscretion. Curious. No one dubs you rogue who so fully merit the title. But I, whose reputation is spotless, am necessarily a wicked one and a deceiver. I shall write a sonnet on the subject. Ah, no! begged Saint-Dantin in alarm. Your sonnets are vile, Philippe! So let us have no more verse from you, I pray!

You can't write a sonnet if you have to look up the spelling of each word as you go.

Some sorrows can only be cured by suicide or a sonnet.

Having a father who worked at SHAPE was a wonderful opportunity for Sonnet, who would be serving at NATO as an intern.

No era un hombre romántico, o al menos no creía serlo. Pero el momento se había convertido en un poema; el viento susurraba los versos mientras el mar subía y bajaba en misterioso ritmo. Y si el mundo bajo sus pies se había convertido en un soneto, entonces ella era algo sublime" - Andrew

'Cue for Treason,' by Geoffrey Trease, radicalized my young girl brain and made me want to be a gender-bending, sonnet-writing anarchist. It really made something roar to life inside of me.