Carl Sandburg - People Quotes

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The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat.
It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
Is it a terrible thing to be lonely?

Carl Sandburg
The people will live on.
The learning and blundering people will live on.
They will be tricked and sold and again sold.
And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds.

Carl Sandburg
I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

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In the darkness with a great bundle of grief the people march. In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people march:
'Where to? What next?'

Carl Sandburg
I am the people — the mob — the crowd — the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?

Carl Sandburg
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

Carl Sandburg
I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.

Carl Sandburg
The people know the salt of the sea
and the strength of the winds
lashing the corners of the earth.
The people take the earth
as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man?

Carl Sandburg
If she [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

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To those who had ordered them to death one of them said: 'We die because the people are asleep... you will die because the people will awaken'.

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People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

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Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

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Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'

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