Quotes About Poetry

Words I write... go through my mind, like tasting fine wine on the lips.

If life is a poem, be the poet. If life is a story, be the author. If life is an adventure, be the hero. To live any other way is a waste of this experience we call life.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.

A good simile,--as concise as a king's declaration of love.

I love Sufism as I love beautiful poetry, but it is not the answer. Sufism is like a mirage in the desert. It says to you, come and sit, relax and enjoy yourself for a while.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...

Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.

Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

She's kind of a walking poem, she's this perfect beauty...but at the same time very deep, very smart.

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it.

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it.

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,Warmer than a summer night.The clouds were like an alabaster palace,Rising to a snowy height.Each star its own aurora borealis,Suddenly you held me tight.I could see the midnight sun.

Poetry cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language.

The secret of poetry is cruelty.

What a hell am I doing here? Why do I need a degree? I haven't heard a single sentence during all these lectures that would inspire one single line of poetry.