Poet Quotes

Dante Alighieri

Alexander Pushkin

Lord Byron

Pablo Neruda

Virgil

Emily Dickinson

Rainer Maria Rilke

Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

Try not to turn your life into a race, least of all an obstacle race.

José Bergamín

My desk, most loyal friend
thank you. You've been with me on
every road I've taken.
My scar and my protection.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Now as all the sciences are connected with each other, Philosophy is never completed. In a complete system of all the sciences will philosophy for the first time be made manifest.

What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.

Antonio Porchia

Nothing is hidden from the eyes of the observing world.

Alexander Pushkin

Five minutes! Zounds! I have been five minutes too late all my life-time!

Let people catch something from your heart that will cause no discomfort, but help them to sing.

Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.

Jacopo Sannazaro

I Sing Of Arms And Of A Man: his fate
Had Made Him Fugitive: he was the first
to journey from the coasts of Troy as far
as Italy and the Lavinian shores
Across the lands and waters he was battered
beneath the violence of the high ones for
the savage Juno's unforgetting anger.

When all is said and done, monotony may after all be the best condition for creation.

Lady Margaret Sackville

Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way

Isaac Rosenberg

Words want to find chimes with each other, things want to connect.

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.

Summary riposte
To the dreary wail
There's no knowing what
Love is all about.
Poets know a lot.

We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.

Dante Alighieri

Beautiful... as the fortuitous encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissecting table.

Comte de Lautréamont

She moves the way clocks move. And on her face, as on a clock dial which someone shines a light onto at night, a strange, briefly shown hour stands: a terrifying hour, in which someone dies.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Niobe would have been called most blessed of mothers,
had she not seemed so herself.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

I tasted - careless - then -
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World - Did you?
Oh, had you told me so -
This Thirst would blister - easier - now

Emily Dickinson

I ask permission to be like everybody else,like the rest of the world and what's more, like anybody else:I beg you, with all my heart,if we are talking about me, since we are talking about me,please resist blasting the trumpet during my visitand resign yourselves to my quiet absence.

Now that Fate
Has brought me what so long, I so desired,
It is too late,
I am too tired.

Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down - is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.

If — struggling and trouble-stricken —
I still try to do something and work
— as well as possible —
then it is in order that anybody shall be allowed
to do his work in freedom,
that he shall not be harmed, or suffer violence,
nor false charges be brought against him,
in order that
this little Hungary
shall one day become a real Homeland,
the country of its nation.

Benjámin László