poetry

"Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."

"Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you."

"I am stuffing your mouth with yourpromises and watching you vomit them out upon my face."

"We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;- The Hollow Men"

"What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet."

"A mighty flame follows a tiny spark."

"Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink."

"In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway."

"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."

"Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot."

"Unbeing dead isn't being alive."

"Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it."

"Late FragmentAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth."

"I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:Dreams! in their vivid colouring of lifeAs in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife"

"To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry."

"The night has a thousand eyes,And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done."

"Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past."

"Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea."

"My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it."

"Flowers are aromatic and romantic, and they grow exactly the way love does—with plenty of light, and watered with affection."