Poems Quotes

Puces, amis, amantes même,Qu'ils sont cruels ceux qui nous aiment!Tout notre sang coule pour eux.Les bien-aimés sont malheureux.

Guillaume Apollinaire

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

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

Dejan Stojanovic

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

Dejan Stojanovic

Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Through the darkest hours of the nightand through the dreamers realm I seek,Far beyond the starry skyand beyond galaxies I am free.Through the grimmest memoriesand past a seasons air I cannot breathe,Far beyond this mortal worldin an afterlife we shall meet.

Lee Argus

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

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Dejan Stojanovic

Wherever I go, I run into myself.

Dejan Stojanovic

Some people like me, some don't. I don't understand, Where the difference comes from. My heart like them all. For a simple childish reason. We all are created equal, we all are humans.

Santosh Kalwar

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

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Virginia Woolf

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

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Kahlil Gibran