Quotes About Poet

to be a fiction writer, you also need to be a psychologist (understanding people's personalities and intentions), a philosopher (asking big questions about meaning and human nature), and a poet (breathing life into your words and the spaces between them).

Any great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist.

All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet.

Barbara Eager, he was sure, considered herself to be an amateur poet, and probably ran a small writing circle in the village. She would have been easy prey, if he'd been interested.

Though we labor with our minds, this place we can relax in was built by someone who can work with his hands. And his work is as noble as ours. I think the poet owes something to the guy who builds the cabin for him.

LO QUE RESIDE AQUÍ ME ES AJENO BROTAN LÁGRIMAS PORQUE NO LO MEREZCO Y ME SIENTO AFORTUNADO" Koan de un poeta japonés anónimo.

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The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

Though a prose writer (of over fifty novels and a journalist and memoirist of forty books of nonfiction), Colette (1873–1954) lives on in literary history as the poet of the flesh—male, female, androgynous, young, aging, old, animal, vegetable. Proust, who praised her "voluptuous and bitter" soul, wept over some of her pages, André Gide "devoured [her] at a gulp.

If you like to read, sometimes it's interesting just to go and see what the reality is, of the word, of the seedy or not so seedy fiction writer, the drunk or sober poet... Sometimes you can go looking for illumination.

'Love' is so short of perfect rhymes that convention allows half-rhymes like 'move.' The alternative is a plague of doves, or a kind of poem in which the poet addresses his adored both as 'love' and as 'guv' - a perfectly decent solution once, but only once, in a while.

One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.

...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...

Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.

The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

I believe in what the great poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge thought were the cardinal rules of early education: 1. To work by love and so generate love 2. To habituate the mind to intellectual accuracy and truth 3. To excite imaginative power In his lecture on education, Coleridge concluded with the words 'Little is taught by contest or dispute, everything by sympathy and love.

Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, 'Love each other or perish

Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, 'Love each other or perish.' 

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself." —W. H. AUDEN, MORRIE'S FAVORITE POET

You're a poet, too, you know. And when you're a poet you can cry for everything' (58).

including one gentleman who had been introduced as a poet, although Laurence could not believe this had been an accurate translation: more likely the man was a clerk of some sort.

A great poet has correctly stated this universal truth through these lines: "I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store. "For Life is a just employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. "I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have willingly paid.