Quotes About Growth

Poetry has roots, and sometimes they are aerial. Sometimes they are buried.

I began writing poetry when I was about 10. Bad poetry, but you start with bad poetry.

Actually, I didn't study photography at first. I went to school for painting my first year, poetry my second year, graphic design my third and fourth year, and photography my fifth.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

When we let ourselves respond to poetry, to music, to pictures, we are clearing a space where new stories can root, in effect we are clearing a space for new stories about ourselves.

I see the progress typical in some of my poems as starting with something simple and moving into something more demanding. This is certainly the pattern of weird poetry.

I feel that at any stage of my literary career it could have been said that the last book contained all the others.

I feel my poetry has contributed through all these languages that I needed to learn leading up to English.

Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

A poet must have died as a man before he is worth anything as a poet.

My poetry doesn't change from place to place - it changes with the years. It's very important to be one's age. You get ideas you have to turn down - 'I'm sorry, no longer'; 'I'm sorry, not yet.

Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air.

Let go, let go, let go, Just let it go, Let the tears come out, Stop fighting the tears back, Stop wearing different masks, Let yourself be seen, Let yourself be the real you,

How do poems grow? They begin deep down in the pit of the soul as a seedling of a thought …

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …

I fell out of love with him and he thought I fell in love with someone else, I did. I fell in love with me.

You keep playing with what broke you, then wonder why you don't heal.Leave the wound alone, throw away the poison, and watch the magic of recovery.Your wings of wisdom are ready for flight.

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

A relationship is more likely to succeed if positive attributes are confidently set in place and adhered to.

Eggshells become hard to break after walking on them for so long.

Unlike the bough that shook off her dead leaves violentlylike a wet terrier, unlike the beating of the butterfly, her wings, against the cocoon, some dreams never made a move.

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

The press must grow day in and day out - it is our Party's sharpest and most powerful weapon.