Quotes of: Poe Keyword

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

Sonia Sanchez

Create a compelling vision, one that takes people to a new place, and then translate that vision into a reality.

Warren Bennis

...make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came." Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

William Congreve

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

William Congreve

It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.

W. H. Davies

Hence a ship is said to head the sea, when her course is opposed to the setting or direction of the surges.

William Falconer

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

William Dean Howells

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

Wilfred Owen

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

Wilfred Owen

Human beings across every culture I know about require such stories, stories with cool winds and wood smoke. They speak to something deep within us, the capacity to conceptualize, objectify and find patterns, thereby to create the flow of events and ...

American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps

When our poor, faultily sensitive vision can perceive a thing, we say that it is visible. When the nerves of touch can feel it, we say that it is tangible. Yet I tell you there are beings intangible to our physical sense, yet whose presence is felt b...

American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

The Collected Poems of William H. Davies

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

The Captive & The Fugitive

One wants to be understood because one wants to be loved, and one wants to be loved because one loves.

The Captive & The Fugitive

She that in life and love refuses me, In death and shame my partner she shall be.

The Changeling

I am ashamed of my century, but I have to smile.

The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

The Color Purple

The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity.

Claims for Poetry

Terror was the key, of course, for there's a fine line between paralyzing dread and galvanizing fright.

Creed

It is the end of the world. Surely you could be allowed a few carnal thoughts.

Doomsday Book