112 Quotes From Famous Poems

There’s something timeless and universally appealing about poetry. The emotions conveyed, the vivid imagery, and the lyrical beauty of well-chosen words have captivated readers for centuries. Whether you’re a longtime lover of verse or a newcomer eager to explore, we've curated a collection of the top 112 quotes from famous poems to inspire and delight you. Each quote offers a glimpse into the heart and soul of its poem, capturing the essence of its message with elegance and grace. Dive in and let these poignant lines transport you to a world where every word resonates deeply.

1. “Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.” - William Butler Yeats

2. “...in that rich earth a richer dust concealed.(I'm flogging a dead horse w/ this one but this is the 1st time I've even seen this quotes feature! I just wanted to post something.)” - Rupert Brooke

3. “I'm making a listI'm making a list of things I must sayFor politeness,And goodness and kindness and gentlenessSweetness and rightness:HelloPardon meHow are you?Excuse meBless youMay I?Thank youGoodbyeIf you know some that I've forgot,Please stick them in you eye!” - Shel Silverstein

4. “Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces” - Edgar Allen Poe

5. “Don't be afraid of poetry.” - Clifton Fadiman

6. “The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.” - Clifton Fadiman

7. “It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.” - Virginia Woolf

8. “Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?” - Virginia Woolf

9. “Le serpent qui danseQue j'aime voir, chère indolente,De ton corps si beau,Comme une étoffe vacillante,Miroiter la peau!Sur ta chevelure profondeAux acres parfums,Mer odorante et vagabondeAux flots bleus et bruns,Comme un navire qui s'éveilleAu vent du matin,Mon âme rêveuse appareillePour un ciel lointain.Tes yeux où rien ne se révèleDe doux ni d'amer,Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêlentL’or avec le fer.A te voir marcher en cadence,Belle d'abandon,On dirait un serpent qui danseAu bout d'un bâton.Sous le fardeau de ta paresseTa tête d'enfantSe balance avec la mollesseD’un jeune éléphant,Et ton corps se penche et s'allongeComme un fin vaisseauQui roule bord sur bord et plongeSes vergues dans l'eau.Comme un flot grossi par la fonteDes glaciers grondants,Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonteAu bord de tes dents,Je crois boire un vin de bohême,Amer et vainqueur,Un ciel liquide qui parsèmeD’étoiles mon coeur!” - Charles Baudelaire

10. “With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.” - Roman Payne

11. “But who are we, where do we come fromWhen all those yearsNothing but idle talk is leftAnd we are nowhere in the world?"= MEETING =” - Boris Pasternak

12. “I love not man the less, but nature more” - Lord Byron

13. “In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude.Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food.On which is your side?Ô, but tarry and bide,ere you decide,in both do confide.” - Roman Payne

14. “Le mai le joli mai en barque sur le RhinDes dames regardaient du haut de la montagneVous êtes si jolies mais la barque s'éloigneQui donc a fait pleurer les saules riverainsOr des vergers fleuris se figeaient en arrièreLes pétales tombés des cerisiers de maiSont les ongles de celle que j'ai tant aiméeLes pétales flétris sont comme ses paupièresSur le chemin du bord du fleuve lentementUn ours un singe un chien menés par des tziganesSuivaient une roulotte traînée par un âneTandis que s'éloignait dans les vignes rhénanesSur un fifre lointain un air de régimentLe mai le joli mai a paré les ruinesDe lierre de vigne vierge et de rosiersLe vent du Rhin secoue sur le bord les osiersEt les roseaux jaseurs et les fleurs nues des vignes” - Guillaume Apollinaire

15. “Good folk, I have no coin,To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse,I have no silver either,And all my gold is on the furzeThat shakes in windy weatherAbove the rusy heather.” - Christina Rossetti

16. “Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,Laura bow'd her head to hear,Lizzie veil'd her blushes:Crouching close togetherIn the cooling weather,With clasping arms and cautioning lips,With tingling cheeks and fingertips."lie close," Laura said,Pricking up her golden head:"We must not look at Goblin men,We must not buy their fruits:who knows upon the soil they fedTheir hungry thirsty roots?""Come buy," call the GoblinsHobbling down the glen” - Christina Rossetti

17. “TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” - Edna St. Vincent Millay

18. “She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone."Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?""Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!""You bet it does," Clary said.” - Cassandra Clare

19. “nothing's news.it's the same old thing indisguise.only one thing comes without adisguise and you only see itonce, ormaybe never.like getting hit by a freighttrain.makes us realize that all ourmoaning about long lost girlsin gingham dressesis not so importantafterall.” - Charles Bukowski

20. “que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questionsoù être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque instantverse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir étésans cette onde où à la fincorps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissentque ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmureshaletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amoursans ce ciel qui s'élèvesur la poussieère de ses lestsque ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujourd'huiregardant par mon hublot si je ne suis pas seulà errer et à virer loin de toute viedans un espace pantinsans voix parmi les voixenfermées avec moi Translation...what would I do without this world what would I do without this world faceless incuriouswhere to be lasts but an instant where every instantspills in the void the ignorance of having beenwithout this wave where in the endbody and shadow together are engulfedwhat would I do without this silence where the murmurs diethe pantings the frenzies towards succour towards lovewithout this sky that soarsabove its ballast dustwhat would I do what I did yesterday and the day beforepeering out of my deadlight looking for anotherwandering like me eddying far from all the livingin a convulsive spaceamong the voices voicelessthat throng my hiddenness” - Samuel Beckett

21. “I am very close to HIM, sometimes I think I am HIM, with my mood is the weather,bright and sunny forever.” - Santosh Kalwar

22. “God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods...” - Socrates

23. “EnnuiTea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,designing futures where nothing will occur:cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning shewill still predict no perils left to conquer.Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knightfinds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheardof, while blasé princesses indicttilts at terror as downright absurd.The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,while bored arena crowds for once look eager,hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizesshall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.” - Sylvia Plath

24. “All the drawing lacksis the final touch: To addeyes to the dragon” - Diane Duane

25. “I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.” - Joyce Kilmer

26. “Ourchestra:So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly.So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose.So we haven't any cymbals-We'll just slap our hands together,And though there may be orchestrasThat sound a little betterWith their fancy shiny instrumentsThat cost an awful lot-Hey, we're making music twice as goodBy playing what we've got!” - Shel Silverstein

27. “the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts and/ uncertainties.” - José Luis Peixoto

28. “When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken.Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance,fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignoranceof dark, coldcaves.And when great souls die,after a period peace blooms,slowly and alwaysirregularly. Spaces fillwith a kind ofsoothing electric vibration.Our senses, restored, neverto be the same, whisper to us.They existed. They existed.We can be. Be and bebetter. For they existed.” - Maya Angelou

29. “Defenceless under the nightOur world in stupor lies;Yet, dotted everywhere,Ironic points of lightFlash out wherever the JustExchange their messages:May I, composed like themOf Eros and of dust,Beleaguered by the sameNegation and despair,Show an affirming flame.” - W.H. Auden

30. “Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.” - Kate Bernheimer

31. “Maybe it's animalness that will make the world right again: the wisdom of elephants, the enthusiasm of canines, the grace of snakes, the mildness of anteaters. Perhaps being human needs some diluting. At any rate, how nice to be well dressed and among friends and in a state where poems pop out by themselves.” - Carol Emshwiller

32. “Words I ONCE HEARD A MAN SAY OR WAS IT SOMEWHERE I READ, OR MAYBE SOMETHING I WROTE A THOUSAND TIMES IN MY MIND. YOU GOT TO FIND YOUR OWN MEANING IN THIS WORLD. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CHANGED, YOU STILL HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE FOR THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE. AS I CONTINUE ON MY JOURNEY OR WHAT SOME CALL THE LONG ROAD OF LIFE I KNOW I WILL REMEMBER THAT SPECIAL YOU.KNOWING I WILL SEE YOU FOREVER IN MY DREAMS IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT.” - Don S. McClure

33. “Love doesn't always mean rings and veils and walks down the aisle.Sometimes love means broken windows and broken hearts,and not being able to fix either. And sometimes love means telling you, there's no such thing as time in Heaven so don't rush to meet me. Stay a while, and pick, girl, the roses.” - Jennifer Gooch Hummer

34. “What else is a poem about?The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can't just write 'I feel sad.' I mean, you can, but it's not poetry... I think it has to be experienced instead of studied. You step into it.” - Garret Freymann-Weyr

35. “Trying to build myself up with the fact that I have done things right that were even good and have had moments that were excellent but the bad is heavier to carry around and feel have no confidence.” - Marilyn Monroe

36. “only kindness that raises its headfrom the crowd of the world to sayit is I you have been looking for,and then goes with you everywherelike a shadow or a friend.” - Naomi Shihab Nye

37. “Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.” - Ryokan

38. “زهرة قطن نوفمبرسوسة القطن في طريقها، وبرد الشتاء،أضفى على سويقات القطن لون الصدأ، كمواسم فات أوانها،والقطن، شحيح كثلج جنوبي،الغصن يتهاوى؛ رخواً شديد الذبول،لا يصلح أن يكون مجرفة لأوراق الخريف؛التربة اجتاحها القحط مسبباً بانجرافهاجفاف كل مياه السواقي؛ طيورٌ ميتةٌ وجدت في الآبار على عمق مائة قدم تحت سطح الأرضو هذا هو الفصل الذي تفتحت فيه الزهرةالدهشة أصابت كبار القوم، وسرعان ما حلوا اللغزالخرافة رأت ما لم تره من قبل قط: عيون بنية وقعت في حبها دونما وجل،حُسْنٌ لا يخطر ببال أحد في مثل ذلك الوقت من السنة.Jean Toomer1894-1967” - Jean Toomer

39. “The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.” - Jess C. Scott

40. “Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” - Khalil Gibran

41. “There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!” - Philip Larkin

42. “If water won't smother the blazeFather, take my tears and bestow them on the firesee if the fires will wither.” - Zakariya Amataya

43. “Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.” - Fernando Pessoa

44. “Poems are not often simply emotions butOne has enough emotions -- they're experienceExperience themselves are not important....” - Angela Suba Natarajan

45. “Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.” - Frederick Glaysher

46. “He thought of trying to explain something he had recently noticed about himself: that if anyone insulted him, or one of his friends, he didn't really mind--or not much, anyway. Whereas if anyone insulted a novel, a story, a poem that he loved, something visceral and volcanic occurred within him. He wasn't sure what this might mean--except perhaps that he had got life and art mixed up, back to front, upside down.” - Julian Barnes

47. “We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.” - Rumi

48. “The WeaverMy life is but a weavingbetween my Lord and me;I cannot choose the colorsHe worketh steadily.Oft times He weaveth sorrowAnd I, in foolish pride,Forget He sees the upper,And I the underside.Not til the loom is silentAnd the shuttles cease to fly,Shall God unroll the canvasAnd explain the reason why.The dark threads are as needfulIn the Weaver's skillful hand,As the threads of gold and silverIn the pattern He has planned.” - Benjamin Malachi Franklin

49. “I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeon,In the round-tower of my heart,And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in the dust away!” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

50. “How to be a Poet (to remind myself)iMake a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more of each than you have—inspiration work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity… iiBreathe with unconditional breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensional life; stay away from screens. Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in. There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. iiiAccept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.” - Wendell Berry

51. “Chanson d’automneLes sanglots longsDes violons De l’automneBlessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone.Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure,Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ;Et je m’en vaisAu vent mauvais Qui m’emporteDeçà, delà,Pareil à la Feuille morte.” - Paul Verlaine

52. “When I Read the Book"When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life? And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught of my life,Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.)” - Walt Whitman

53. “OvermodulationBy Charlotte M Liebel-FawlsYou're a cavity in my oasis,You're a porthole in my sea,You're a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me.You're an ocean in my wineglass,You're a Steinway on the beach,You're a captivating audience, an exciting Rembrandt,A Masterpiece.” - Charlotte M. Liebel

54. “No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.” - Rod McKuen

55. “Daddy-by Nancy B. BrewerWhen I used to say, speak up you are as good as they, You would just smile and say, let them have their way. When in my foolish youth, I so often disobeyed,He would just smile and say, let her have her way. When summer passed and winter overcame. He was not afraid, never once did he say. When in the moonlight his final hour came, He just smiled and said Lord I'll go your way.” - Nancy B. Brewer

56. “poems are small moments of enlightenment” - Natalie Goldberg

57. “You should gofrom place to placerecovering the poemsthat have been written for youto which you can affix your signature.Don't discuss these matterswith anyone.Retrieve. Retrieve.When the basket is fullsomeone will appearto whom you can present it.” - Leonard Cohen

58. “Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thoughts, the sound of an idea.” - Mina Loy

59. “the glory of the protagonist is always paid for by a lot of secondary characters” - Tony Hoagland

60. “a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man” - E.E. Cummings

61. “All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.” - Nathan Reese Maher

62. “I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.” - Nathan Reese Maher

63. “Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” - Nathan Reese Maher

64. “There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.” - Nathan Reese Maher

65. “I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.” - Nathan Reese Maher

66. “Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?” - Nathan Reese Maher

67. “History doesn’t start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.” - Nathan Reese Maher

68. “I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.” - Dejan Stojnaovic

69. “هذا صباحُ جميلْالشمسُ ضاحكةٌ، كفسْتانِ أنْثى.وثمةَمُوسيقىتنزلُالسّلالمْ.وعند الكُشُكْ..صحُفٌ، ومجلاّتٌ، وهاتفُ عُمْلَةْ.” - علي منصور

70. “I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)” - Barbara Blatner

71. “oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)” - Barbara Blatner

72. “Horse [Man you will find here a new representation of the universe at its most poetic and most modern Man man man man man man Give yourself up to this art where the sublime does not exclude charm and brilliancy does not blur the nuance it is now or never the moment to be sensitive to poetry for it dominates all dreadfully Guillaume Apollinaire]” - Guillaume Apollinaire

73. “When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind.” - Catherine Fisher

74. “We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.” - Dejan Stojanovic

75. “One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.” - Dejan Stojanovic

76. “I recreate myself; that is my only power.” - Dejan Stojanovic

77. “I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.” - Dejan Stojanovic

78. “You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.” - Dejan Stojanovic

79. “Creating means living.” - Dejan Stojanovic

80. “Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.” - Dejan Stojanovic

81. “I travel, always arriving in the same place.” - Dejan Stojanovic

82. “With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.” - Dejan Stojanovic

83. “I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?” - Dejan Stojanovic

84. “Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.” - Dejan Stojanovic

85. “Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.” - Dejan Stojanovic

86. “In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.” - Dejan Stojanovic

87. “Wherever I go, I meet myself.” - Dejan Stojanovic

88. “In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.” - Dejan Stojanovic

89. “From one bell all the bells toll.” - Dejan Stojanovic

90. “What you gain here, you lose on the other side.” - Dejan Stojanovic

91. “Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.” - Dejan Stojanovic

92. “While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.” - Dejan Stojanovic

93. “He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.” - Dejan Stojanovic

94. “We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.” - Dejan Stojanovic

95. “Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.” - Dejan Stojanovic

96. “In greatness, life and death merge.” - Dejan Stojanovic

97. “They are both spectacular, Life and death.” - Dejan Stojanovic

98. “I have been so very, very fortunate in my life. I've met or been in contact with several of my childhood heroes. I've interacted with people all over this planet, and even though I couldn't possibly hope to remember all their names, I remember a photograph, a poem, a sound, a joke, kind words of encouragement. All is not lost.” - Wayne Gerard Trotman

99. “Ariette IIIIl pleure dans mon coeurComme il pleut sur la ville ;Quelle est cette langueurQui pénètre mon coeur ?Ô bruit doux de la pluiePar terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie,Ô le chant de la pluie !Il pleure sans raisonDans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.Quoi ! nulle trahison ?Ce deuil est sans raison.C'est bien la pire peineDe ne savoir pourquoiSans amour et sans haineMon coeur a tant de peine !” - Paul Verlaine

100. “Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,Remember only this of our hopeless loveThat never till Time is doneWill the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one” - Edith Sitwell

101. “THE WILD ROSE” – BY WENDELL BERRYSometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritualI live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart.Suddenly you flare again in my sightA wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was onlyshadeAnd I am blessed and choose again,That which I chose before.” - Wendell Berry

102. “La PucePuces, amis, amantes même,Qu'ils sont cruels ceux qui nous aiment!Tout notre sang coule pour eux.Les bien-aimés sont malheureux.” - Guillaume Apollinaire

103. “...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...” - John Geddes

104. “The rat isthe mous-tacheinthetrache.the wrong-doerinthesoer.” - J. Patrick Lewis

105. “The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.” - Kami Garcia

106. “Robert Frost didn’t like to explain his poems—and for good reason: to explain a poem is to suck the air from its lungs. This does not mean, however, that poets shouldn’t talk about their poetry, or that one shouldn’t ask questions about it. Rather, it suggests that any discussion of poetry should celebrate its ultimate ineffability and in so doing lead one to further inquiry. I think of that wonderful scene from Elie Wiesel’s memoir, Night, where Mosche the Beadle of the local synagogue, in dialogue with the young, precocious author, explains: “Every question possesses a power that does not lie in the answer.” - Tony Leuzzi

107. “Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.” - Nancy B. Brewer

108. “You leave behind your fine poems.You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into the Light, O Quechomitl, you leave behind the flowers and the singing and the earth. Safe journey, O friend.” - Aliette de Bodard

109. “O Deus Ego Amo TeOh God, I love Thee mightily,Not only for Thy saving me, Nor yet because who love not TheeMust burn throughout eternity.Thou, Thou, my Jesu, once didst meEmbrace upon the bitter Tree.For me the nails, the soldier's spear, With injury and insult, bear-In pain all pain exceeding,In sweating and in bleeding,Yea, very death, and that for meA sinner all unheeding!O Jesu, should I not love TheeWho thus hast dealt so lovingly-Not hoping some reward to see,Nor lest I my damnation be;But as Thyself hast loved me,So love I now and always Thee,Because my King alone Thou art,Because, O God, mine own Thou art!” - Robert Hugh Benson

110. “Wedding HymnFather, within Thy House todayWe wait Thy kindly love to see;Since thou hast said in truth that theyWho dwell in love are one with Thee,Bless those who for Thy blessing wait,Their love accept and consecrate.Dear Lord of love, whose Heart of Fire,So full of pity for our sin,Was once in that Divine DesireBroken, Thy Bride to woo and win:Look down and bless them from aboveAnd keep their hearts alight with love.Blest Spirit, who with life and lightDidst quicken chaos to Thy praise,Whose energy, in sin's despite,Still lifts our nature up to grace;Bless those who here in troth consent.Creator, crown Thy Sacrament.Great One in Three, of Whom are namedAll families in earth and heaven,Hear us, who have Thy promise claimed,And let a wealth of grace be given;Grant them in life and death to beEach knit to each, and both to Thee.” - Robert Hugh Benson

111. “When one does not die for the other, then we are already dead_” - Tasos Livaditis

112. “It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.” - Kellie Elmore