Quotes About Verse

il verso è tutto e può tutto.

In the art of literature there are two contending parties. Those who aim to tell stories that are more or less well thought out, and those who aim at beautiful language, beauty of form. This contest may last a very long time; each side has a fifty-fifty chance. Only the poet can rightfully demand that verse be beautiful and nothing but.

Judaism takes the verse in Genesis, 'Be fruitful and multiply,' as part of its statutory law. Because it is the first law in the Torah it holds a special eminence.

Äneias, geehrt wie ein gott im volke der Troer (Ilias; Elfter Gesang V. 58)

Gandhi once said, 'When doubts haunt me, when disappointments stare me in the face, and I see not any ray of hope on the horizon, I turn to Bhagavad-gita and find a verse to comfort me… Those who meditate on the Gita will derive fresh joy and new meaning from it every day.

As far as I am concerned, poetry is a statement concerning the human condition, composed in verse.

What I like about Sapphics is the music of a non-iambic metric in English.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

Every mode of violent death available to Renaissance man, including a lye pit, land mines, a trained falcon with envenom'd talons, is employed. It plays, as Metzger remarked later, like a Road Runner cartoon in blank verse

Consequently, to form the experience, the length of the line for a haiku thought must have the same length as the duration of the single event of "ah-ness," which is a breath's length, even as Igarashi has pointed out.15 Consequently, the length of a verse is made up of those words which we can utter during one breath. The length, that is, is necessitated by haiku nature and by the physical impossibility of pronouncing an unlimited number of syllables in a given breath.

We were dusty with our books. Come and let us go Out among the lyric brooks, Where the verses grow, Where the world is one delight Made of many a song Lasting till the nod of night, Lovely all day long.

Wherever such a teacher lives or stays, Walks, sits, or lies down, Or teaches even a verse, There a stupa should be erected. It should be wonderfully And beautifully adorned. And offerings of many kinds Should be made to it. When children of the Buddha live in such a place, It means that the Buddha accepts them And always lives among them, Whether walking, sitting, or lying down.

Even if someone were to give a three-thousand great thousandfold world full of the seven precious materials as an offering to the Buddha, great bodhisattvas, pratyekabuddhas, and arhats, the blessings such a person would gain would not equal those of someone who receives and embraces even a single four-line verse of this Dharma Flower Sutra. Happiness greater than this won't be found.

This may wel be rym dogerel.

Much which is unworthy in human life might be avoided if people would only accustom themselves to talking in verse

The first time I ever felt the necessity or inevitableness of verse, was in the desire to reproduce the peculiar quality of feeling which is induced by the flat spaces and wide horizons of the virgin prairie of western Canada.

The form I most enjoy writing is the sonnet or sonnet-like forms, where you have a - you know, three stanzas or two stanzas that lead into a concluding couplet.

I love form, but I'm not interested in forms. I've never written a sonnet or villanelle or sestina or any of that. For me, it's a kind of line. It's a rhythm. It's something musical.

Dedicandote estos versos, una pulsera vieja, con tu nombre al reverso.I dedicate these verses, an old bracelet with your name on the back.

The war is singing its last verse, and it requires every effort from all who would call themselves men. You will understand that, won't you?

Isn't God the one who urges us to Make a joyful noise unto the Lord? Why do we always think that means singing? Seems to me the most obvious joyful sound on earth is laughter... I've seen folks quote verses like Rejoice in the Lord always while their faces look like they just buried a rich uncle who willed everything to his pregnant guinea pig. Something is missing.

Time ain't nothing, but time. It's a verse with no rhyme, And it all come down to you. «El tiempo solo es tiempo. Es un verso sin rima, y todo depende de ti.»

Time ain't notbin, but time. It's a verse with no rhyme, and it all comer down to you.

he guessed they all knew what he'd done and counted him foolish for blatantly going against their boss. Well, he reasoned as he dropped his jacket over the high back of his chair, there was a Bible verse about the world's wisdom being foolish in the sight of God.