Quotes and sayings about tag  poetry

125 Quotes

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.

Raymond Carver

there isn't enough of anythingas long as we live. But at intervalsa sweetness appears and, given a chanceprevails.

Raymond Carver

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Richard Siken

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

Robert Frost

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on TheeAnd I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

Robert Frost

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

Robert Frost

We love the things we love for what they are.

Robert Frost

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Robert M. Drake

The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

Robert M. Drake

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

Robert M. Drake

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Robert M. Drake

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Robert M. Drake

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

Robert M. Drake

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Robert M. Drake

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