Quotes of: True-poet Keyword

You've done her a service to teach her that romantic love is largely made of illusion." [said Mina.] "Is it?" Alessandra asked, unable to suppress a worried sigh. Mina looked at her as if she knew exactly what Alessandra was thinking. "I said 'romant...

A Golden Web

Awakening and owning the dreams that God has placed in our hearts isn't about getting stuff or attaining something. It's about embracing who we are and who he has created us to be. In him. He is our dream come true, and the one true love of our life....

Becoming Myself: Embracing God's Dream of You

Have I heard all the stories I need to hear?" she asked, stupidly. But he answered as if it were a good question. "No, you haven't. But you don't have time to hear any more from me. So listen for stories wherever you go. It won't always be someone te...

Summer and Bird

The sands of time blew into a storm of images... Images in sequence to tell the truth! Glorious legends of revolutionaries, bound only by a desire to be true to themselves... And to hope! Parables of colliding worlds, of forbidden love... of enemies ...

Strange Science Fantasy

A painter,” he said, as though the word were an insult. “I’m a .” “You’re a ? a writer.” “What do you write?” “Stories. Books. A book. Fiction.” “Fiction. . That’s not writing.” “What do you write?” “I write the trut...

The Painting of Porcupine City

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other peo...

Thirteen Reasons Why

In a sense, I'm mad (and withdrawn from life) while they're sane, human, normal - but in another sense, I speak from the depths of a vision of truth when I say that this continual jockeying for position is the enemy of life in itself. It may be life,...

Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954

In the end nothing matters but the work. You can’t control how it’s taken, and the act of telling a story always involves a gap. Sometimes confusion is the risk of ambiguity–I say that to students all the time. It’s true at the fireside and i...

Patrick Somerville

The beginning of wisdom, I believe, is our ability to accept an inherent messiness in our explanation of what's going on. Nowhere is it written that human minds should be able to give a full accounting of creation in all dimensions and on all levels....

Rupert Sheldrake

Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line.

The Courage to Create

Isn't it interesting that all of the biblical prophets and psalmists were poets?

The Contemplative Pastor: Returning to the Art of Spiritual Direction

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel

I say, doctors are the profiteers of death and unclaimed cadavers that were once inhabited by homeless and wondering poets!

Carnival: A Novel

That is what all poets do: they talk to themselves out loud; and the world overhears them

Candida

I didn’t want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.

Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

The more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.

Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.

Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting Poet

Poems ought to reflect the the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.

Crossing to Safety

I am a butterfly poet birthed from pain flying with the freedom of my verses.

Dirt Road Dreams

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

The Forgotten Garden