A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost Poetry #Poetry
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions Poetry #Cheese #Poetry
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twiceI think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice. Robert Frost Poetry #Poetry
Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare - and precious as a pearl. Tahar Ben Jelloun Friendship #Pearl #Poetry #Precious
If you're reading this...Congratulations, you're alive.If that's not something to smile about,then I don't know what is. Chad Sugg, Monsters Under Your Head Life #Alive #Congratulations #Hope
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Plato Love #Love #Poetry #Song
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet Philosophy #Philosophy #Poetry
What other people may find in poetry or art museums, I find in the flight of a good drive. Arnold Palmer Arts #Good #Poetry #Sports
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel Poetry #Books #Literature #Philosphy
As a kid, I loved 'Godot' because of the poetry and the humor and the strangeness, but then as you get older, it's much more resonant. Nathan Lane Humor #Loved #Older #Poetry
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent Victor Hugo Poetry #Literature #Music #Poetry
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Love #Love #Poetry
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Love #Love #Poetry
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Poetry #Frost #Glitter #Gold