Quotes About Connection

If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.

When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn't matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.

Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.

A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men.

The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the poem already here, at its inception, in the encounter, in the mystery of encounter?

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Moth: I gave you my life. Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving

Let our scars fall in love.

But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?

If every head of state and every government official spent an hour a day reading poetry we'd live in a much more humane and decent world.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

When we share - that is poetry in the prose of life.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?