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Sonnet Quotes

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese

Neil Gaiman
“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such
Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
and more than biological demands
For me love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what "I love you" means
I think it means "don’t leave me here alone”
Neil Gaiman, Adventures in the Dream Trade

Polly Shulman
“Just let me wait a little while longer,
Under your window in the quite snow.
Let me stand here and shiver, I’ll be stronger
If I can see your light before I go.
All through the weeks I’ve tried to keep my balance.
Leaves fell, then rain, then shadows, I fell too.
Easy restraint is not among my talents,
Fall turned to Winter and I came to you.
Kissed by the snow I contemplate your face.
Oh, do not hide it in your pillow yet!
Warm rooms would never lure me from this place,
If only I could see your silhouette.
Turn on your light, my sun, my summer love.
Zero degrees down here, July above.”
Polly Shulman, Enthusiasm

William Shakespeare
“No longer mourn for me when I am dead
than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
give warning to the world that I am fled
from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
nay, if you read this line, remember not
the hand that writ it, for I love you so,
that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
if thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse
when I perhaps compounded am with clay,
do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
but let your love even with my life decay;
lest the wise world should look into your moan,
and mock you with me after I am gone.

Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

William Shakespeare
“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

Patricia Robin Woodruff
“I am sonnets full of stardust within the meter of my skin.”
Patricia Robin Woodruff

John Donne
“Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.


Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our mariage bed and mariage temple is;
Though parents grudge, and you, we are met,
And cloisterd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that, self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.


Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou
Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;
’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,
Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.”
John Donne

Abhijit Naskar
“Sonnet of Abortion

My body, my decision,
Whether I choose birth or abortion.
Till a state can care for the newborn,
No bill is qualified to offer resolution.
Instead of controlling my birth canal,
Work on carving a paradigm of equality.
Build a world where a newborn is a gift,
Not a burden on life, dream or economy.
Abolish all disparities born of greed,
Strip the wealthy of their ill-gotten riches.
Use all resources for collective welfare,
So that status ends up on history pages.
Worse than aborting is birthing in instability.
I'll give birth when I need not rely on pity.”
Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

Edmund Spenser
“Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,
For that your self ye daily such doe see:
But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,
And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.
For all the rest, how ever fayre it be,
Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew:
But onely that is permanent and free
From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew.
That is true beautie: that doth argue you
To be divine and borne of heavenly seed:
Deriv'd from that fayre Spirit, from whom al true
And perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He onely fayre, and what he fayre hath made,
All other fayre lyke flowres untymely fade.”
Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion

Anne Fadiman
“A sonnet might look dinky, but it was somehow big enough to accommodate love, war, death, and O.J. Simpson. You could fit the whole world in there if you shoved hard enough.”
Anne Fadiman, Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader

William Shakespeare
“Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.”
William Shakespeare
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Thomas Wyatt
“My galley, charged with forgetfulness,
Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas,
That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
And every oar a thought in readiness,
As though that death were light in such a case.
An endless wind doth tear the sail apace
Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness.
A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain,
Hath done the weared cords great hinderance;
Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance.
The stars be hid that led me to this pain.
Drowned is reason that should me consort,
And I remain despairing of the port.”
Thomas Wyatt

“Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves,
To the earthy soil I am bound and tied.
Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves,
My spirit flies among the birds that glide.
My sprawled pinions verdant, tail feathers pied,
A crest of orange crowned is my disguise.
As winds breathe hope and new life, then subside,
Seeds are sown and grown right before my eyes.
My vision is centered, strong are my arms,
I feed the hungry and withstand their sting,
I greet the sunrise, and bathe in rainstorms.
Wildflowers fret and speak of blight all spring,
But Paradise shuns foreboding such plight.
Proud is my nature, I stand strongly bright.”
Marie Helen Abramyan

Abhijit Naskar
“The One of My Heart (The Sonnet)

I see the one of my heart,
In every direction, in every face.
Yet I won't say a word,
In silence I'll bear all coldness.
You may throw me out of your heart,
But you can't oust yourself from mine.
You are in every pore of my being,
You are my only lifeline.
You are the one that runs in my nerves,
As the power-grid of my mind.
The pain of being a one-sided lover,
Is sweeter to me than a thousand goldmines.
Cuss me, mock me, hurt me all you like.
All I care about is to be an aid in your life.”
Abhijit Naskar, Şehit Sevda Society: Even in Death I Shall Live

Abhijit Naskar
“Undestination (The Sonnet)

I gave up my country in your love,
I gave up my home for your sweetness.
I stand at your door without identity,
Will you take me in and fill my emptiness!
I've sailed my ship towards undestination,
Let the waves take me where they may.
Embracing the unknown I became a pal of all.
Come out my friend from your cage of dismay.
Come with me, and we'll explore all impossibility.
If we must be awful let's be awful together.
Let us lose all maps and walk around as vagrants.
Why worry, when we have each other!
To hell with destination, let us savor the journey!
Before success and achievement, let us first have unity.”
Abhijit Naskar, Şehit Sevda Society: Even in Death I Shall Live

Abhijit Naskar
“To Seduce You With Looks (The Sonnet)

I haven't come to seduce you with looks,
I have come to overwhelm you with love.
I haven't come to break your door by force,
I’ve come to charm it open with my mind’s touch.
I haven't come to bring you worldly riches,
But to offer you the garland of my heart.
I haven't come to usher you with complements,
I’ve come to celebrate you, tearing myself apart.
I haven't come to count the benefits of bond,
I’ve come to make you lose count of your wounds.
I haven't come to feel butterflies in my stomach,
But to fight the world, helping you break all rules.
Let me burn to ashes time and time again,
So I may remove the shadows from your life's lane.”
Abhijit Naskar, Şehit Sevda Society: Even in Death I Shall Live

Abhijit Naskar
“I'm No Poet (The Sonnet)

I thought I could bear the title poet,
But as it turns out, I cannot.
I can barely bear the title of scientist,
Let alone adding another next to it.
Each title feels like a burden herculean,
My heart cannot function with such burden.
If I am to create works of life and wholeness,
I must be free from titles, sane and insane.
My ideas are not born of mere thought,
If they were, there wouldn't be any torment.
My work comes from a land beyond labels,
A place deeper than thought can penetrate.
So you may call me whatever you like.
In my mind, I am but a nameless light.”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Abhijit Naskar
“Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah, let's light the menorah, let's wipe out all divide, even if some call it utopia. Come one, come all, no matter the culture, let's stuff some latkes while we dreidel together.”
Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

Abhijit Naskar
“Let us burn bright as the gentle epitome of ahava. Let us live life as a walking and talking menorah.”
Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

Abhijit Naskar
“Sonnet of Struggle

The struggle of one,
Is the struggle of all.
Denying freedom to one,
Is the beginning of collective fall.
Lasting happiness for one,
Is in the happiness of community.
Even one soul without serenity,
Is a world without serenity.
The anguish of one,
Casts shadow on collective mind.
Even if one person falls behind,
It is the fall of all humankind.
Togetherness is another name for progress,
Together forever, either as lovers or ashes.”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Abhijit Naskar
“I Am Broken (The Sonnet)

Yes I do care, not about what the snobs say,
I care about how the deprived live.
Yes I am obsessed, not with looking fancy,
I am obsessed with alleviating others' grief.
Yes I am greedy, not for wealth and possession,
I am greedy to see sunshine on teary faces.
Yes I am nuts, not for perfection or fashion,
I am nuts about equity, honor and upliftment.
Yes I am scared, not that I may get hurt,
But that blinded by bias I may hurt someone.
Yes I am insecure, not about getting deceived,
But about losing control and causing harm.
Yes I am broken, unstable and bonkers as hell,
All 'cause others matter to me more than myself.”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Abhijit Naskar
“Facts and Belief (The Sonnet)

No belief is worth losing your humanity over,
No intellect is worth losing your kindness over.
Facts, faith, reason, religion all come later,
First and foremost we must humanize our behavior.
If a belief or intellect makes you a better person,
More power to your belief or intellect I say.
But if they become a hindrance to your humanity,
Throw it immediately like poison far, far away.
Beliefs have cast shadows of wars throughout history,
Facts have provided weapons for those wars.
Then again beliefs have taught us to love our neighbor,
Facts have helped us fight calamity and disorders.
Let all beliefs and facts be guided by a warm heart.
Warmth alone will make our world fit for human birth.”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Abhijit Naskar
“Fate and Future (The Sonnet)

Fate and future both are servant to the determined,
For they are nothing but creation of human determination.
Yet most of humanity remain oblivious to this simple fact,
For they’re born and raised in a society run by indoctrination.
Reason and questions are seen as treason against heritage,
Submission and guilt are praised as honorable righteousness.
Calling ignorance as righteousness doesn't make one righteous,
You are righteous when you have the guts to mend mistakes.
Ignorance is part of life, so is our drive for self-aggrandizing,
It's human to make mistakes, what's not, is their glorification.
Acknowledge your mistakes, biases, ignorance and prejudice,
We start to rise when we acknowledge our degradation.
Our ancestors were primitive humans with unused goodness.
If we die primitive like they did, why live in the first place!”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Abhijit Naskar
“Handcrafted Humanity Sonnet 81

If a tradition endorses hate and mistrust,
It’s the tradition that we must reject not people.
If a heritage endorses division and discrimination,
It's the heritage that we must reject not people.
If an ancestor passes on bigotry and barbarism,
It’s the ancestor that we must reject not people.
If a bible teaches phobia and separatism,
It’s the bible that we must reject not people.
If a messiah preaches blindness and conspiracy,
It's the messiah that we must reject not people.
If God commands oppression and occupation,
It’s the God that we must reject not people.
Above all commandment, love is the highest truth.
Anything that divides love is a stoneage residue.”
Abhijit Naskar, Handcrafted Humanity: 100 Sonnets For A Blunderful World

Afreen Rahat
“My own words assassinated me,
I don't compose sonnets anymore.”
Afreen Rahat, Behind Her Eyes

Erwin Mortier
“Als de wind van de geschiedenis opsteekt kan een mens er zijn pet naar draaien in de hoop gespaard te blijven of wie weet een slaatje te slaan uit het toeval. Hij kan tegen de storm in proberen te lopen of zich een schuilplaats zoeken. Wie uiteindelijk overeind blijft en wie onder de wielen van de Moloch verpletterd wordt weet niemand, zelfs de goede God niet. We zijn muizen die in het looprad van het noodlot trappelen en we kunnen het tempo aan of niet. Geen sonnet heeft ooit de koers van de geschiedenis verlegd. De wereld is de wereld.”
Erwin Mortier, Godenslaap

William Shakespeare
“Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.”
William Shakespeare

“That we may know thy blackness is a spark
Of light inaccessible, and alone
Our darkness which can make us think it dark.”
Edward Herbert

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I’ve found that the best way to live one’s life
Is above the fog of negative thought,
With gossiping lips outside of earshot,
Keeping harsh criticism far less rife.

I’ve found that the best way to avoid strife
Is by sharing with others who have not,
Seeing the good, speaking kindness a lot,
Burying hatchets as well as sharp knives.

Every compassionate deed we have sown
Lifts a heavy burden from a brother.
Each positive thought and comment we own
Extends joy and love to one another.
Life was not meant to be traveled alone.
It is where we learn we need each other.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, A Heart Made of Tissue Paper

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