Poetic Quotes

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Milan Kundera
“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.”
Milan Kundera

Maggie Stiefvater
“Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.
This was the important thing.
It had always been the important thing.
This was what it was to be Adam.”
Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

Nicholas Sparks
“Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.”
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

V. Vale
“A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye. As a tattoo is grounded on living skin, so its essence emotes a poignancy unique to the mortal human condition.”
V. Vale, Modern Primitives: An Investigation of Contemporary Adornment and Ritual

Jack Kerouac
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.”
Jack Kerouac

William Shakespeare
“Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom."

(Sonnet 116)
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

Mervyn Peake
“And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?”
Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

Francesca Lia Block
“Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind.”
Francesca Lia Block, The Hanged Man

“‎Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her...”
J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities

Madeline Miller
“He liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he did not consider how black it would be when he was gone. My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.”
Madeline Miller, Circe

Vladimir Nabokov
“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds... but thank God it was not that echo alone that I worshipped. What I used to pamper among the tangled vines of my heart, mon grand pch radieux, had dwindled to its essence: sterile and selfish vice, all that I cancelled and cursed. You may jeer at me, and threaten to clear the court, but until I am gagged and halfthrottled, I will shout my poor truth. I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another’s child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty-lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine; Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque, part o nous ne serons jamais spars; Ohio? The wilds of Massachusetts? No matter, even if those eyes of hers would fade to myopic fish, and her nipples swell and crack, and her lovely young velvety delicate delta be tainted and torneven then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Harshit Walia
“Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins.”
Harshit Walia

Cath Crowley
“Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.”
Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

Monica Ali
“Sometimes I look back and I am shocked. Everyday of my life I have prepared for success, worked for it, waited for it, and you don't notice how the days pass until nearly a lifetime is finished. Then it hits you--the thing you have been waiting for has already gone by. And it was going in the other direction. It's like I've been waiting on the wrong side of the road for a bus that was already full." p. 265”
Monica Ali, Brick Lane

Maggie Stiefvater
“I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.”
Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

Sanober  Khan
“some winters
will never melt

some summers
will never freeze

and some things will only
... live in poems.”
Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

Milan Kundera
“The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented.”
Milan Kundera

“Beauty is startling. She wears a gold shawl in the summer and sells seven kinds of honey at the flea market. She is young and old at once, my daughter and my grandmother. In school she excelled in mathematics and poetry. . . Beauty will dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask her.”
J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities

“As we walk through life, fleeting emotional episodes may keep on twinkling, curl up in the hive of our recollection and enrich our imagination. In the same vein, esthetic allurement and poetic gracefulness may possess us, besiege our mind, light up our thinking and shape our future. ( Über alle Gipfeln ist Ruh”)”
Erik Pevernagie

Cassandra Clare
“Magnus thought of James Herondale, burning up with too much light, too much love,too much, too much- while the boy in the portrait was as lovely as a dying poet, with the fragile beauty of a candle about to gutter out.”
Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

Pablo Neruda
“You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Ally Carter
“So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.”
Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

NoViolet Bulawayo
“Because we were not in our country, we could not use our own languages, and so when we spoke our voices came out bruised.”
NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names

Jaeda DeWalt
“In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress, Creation!”
Jaeda DeWalt

Amanda Mosher
“I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.”
Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

Sanober  Khan
“Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies,
cutting a swathe through the breeze
and gently closing your eyes.”
Sanober Khan

Jessica Sorensen
“The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.”
Jessica Sorensen, Ember

Jessica Sorensen
“Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ”
Jessica Sorensen, Ember

Kristen Simmons
“His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels.”
Kristen Simmons, Article 5

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