poetry

"Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again."

"The true poem rests between the words."

"My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!"

"Poetry: the best words in the best order."

"Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces."

"No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place."

"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."

"If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way."

"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

"Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

"You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."

"Like poetry, fashion does not state anything. It merely suggests"

"Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her."

"Don't Worry Be Happy"

"This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me,and falling too. How many friendsI never had the chance to meet."

"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries."

"Wild Nights – Wild Nights!Were I with theeWild Nights should beOur luxury!Futile – the winds –To a heart in port –Done with the compass –Done with the chart!Rowing in Eden –Ah, the sea!Might I moor – Tonight –In thee!"

"No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend."Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one."

"We ran as if to meet the moon."

"Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."