Poetry quotes Quotes

There is a wilderness we walk alone
However well-companioned

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

I love you just the way you are
but you don't see you like I do.
You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect.
Trust me, perfect should try to be you.

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

If
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

In this story
I am the poet
You're the poetry.

Use the wings of the flying Universe,
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why.

তবু তোমাকে ভালোবেসে
মুহূর্তের মধ্যে ফিরে এসে
বুঝেছি অকূলে জেগে রয়
ঘড়ির সময়ে আর মহাকালে যেখানেই রাখি এ হৃদয় ।

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.

Wherever I go, I meet myself.

Those who hate rain hate life.

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

I envy
the cup of coffee
that gets
to kiss
your sleepy lips
awake
every cold and
bitter morning.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

Either you will be you or you will not be at all.

Take the blinders from your vision
take the padding from your ears
and confess you've heard me crying
and admit you've seen my tears.

When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.

In my errant life I roamed
To learn the secrets of women and men,
Of gods and dreams.
I've known all the countries of our world,
I've lived a thousand lives:
Many lives I lived in love,
Other lives I squandered.
For in my life I never traveled,
All I did was wander.

Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.

Waktu berjalan ke Barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang.
Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan.
Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang,
aku dan bayang-bayang tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang harus berjalan di depan.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

يا حزين يا قـُـمـقـُم تحت بحر الضياع
حزين أنا زيـَّك و إيه مستطاع ؟!
الحزن ما بقالهوش جلال يا جدع !
الحزن زي البرد ... زي الصداع
عجبي !!!!

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia
because I prayed
this word:
I want.

You are not what you are;
You are darkness
Looking for light within.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

Since there is no real silence,
Silence will contain all the sounds,
All the words, all the languages,
All knowledge, all memory.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

هيَ السِّحْـرُ إلا أنّ للسّحْرِ رُقْيةً
وإنِّيَ لا أَلقَـى لهَا الدّهْـرَ رَاقيَا

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.

But you must know that only he who fights the darkness within will the day after tomorrow have his own share in the sun.

أنا اللي الدنيا بتجيني .. تقولي أؤمري اتمنّي

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

You did anything to bury me, but you forgot that I was a seed.

For what is a dream if not love first felt and what is mystery if not life itself

Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day.

When all is lost, there is still a memory.