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Atticus, he was real nice.""Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.
HARPER LEE A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.
—ATTICUS
ATTICUS POETRY The little boy who never grew up,
He trapped the frog and kills the rat,
He flew a kite, t...
QUETZAL
Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.
ABERJHANI
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads. MARIANNE MOORE
When Atticus came home to dinner he found me crouched down aiming across the street. "What are you s... HARPER LEE
A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else. O. HENRY PORTER A burglar who respects his art always takes his time before taking anything else.
HENRY PORTER
I shall never marry, Atticus.""Why?"
"I might have children.
HARPER LEE
He had what he called just a small ration of tools:A painted book.
A handful of pencils.<...
MARKUS ZUSAK WHEN THE TIME CAME FOR ME TO WORK
WITH LARGER SPACES, I CONCEIVED THEM
AS GARDENS, NOT AS SI...
ISAMU NOGUCHI I feel his arm
Lightly
Over me.
He takes one of my outstretched hands.
Draws i...
STASIA WARD KEHOE
Naked a man comes from his mothers womb, and as he comes, so he departs.
He takes nothin...
KING SOLOMON
Atticus, you must be wrong." "How's that?"
"Well, most folks seem to think t...
HARPER LEE
She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
LANG LEAV
Saving YouThe darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes�...
LANG LEAV
He came to read; two or three booksare lying open: history and poetry.
But after just ten...
C.P. CAVAFY
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is reall...
T.S. ELIOT
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well.
Bu...
KAMAND KOJOURI
Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?...
CASSANDRA CLARE
he placed his handson my mind
before reaching
for my waist
my hips
or my l...
RUPI KAUR
Never such innocence,Never before or since,
As changed itself to past
Without a word...
PHILIP LARKIN Healing—takes time,
and—so does—not healing.
Chose—how you spend your ...
LALAH DELIA
By art he gladly found what he did seek, A full requital of his striving pain.
Art can do mu...
ANNE DUDLEY BRADSTREET
He stopped the flyersAnd by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport. As w...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire.
No sooner did he blink before he sensed so...
J.Z. BINGHAM
This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He ...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING He spoke to her, though, if only through his verse. One night in the banqueting hall, just before a ...
JUDITH JAMES He watched with his predator eyes.
The hunger in them unmasked.
He was addicted.
H...
V. THEIA
THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNERThe man in the corner
Is dying with words
He's crying...
SUZY KASSEM I’m not letting you go, Fiona,” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like ...
KATIE REUS
Hey Atticus, do me a quick favour before we go? its easy.Sure. What is it?
Ho...
KEVIN HEARNE
His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.”“You knew that already,” I remin...
STEPHENIE MEYER
Peter..."He straightened, his back to her like a wall. Then, slowly, he turned his face toward...
SARAH BLAKLEY-CARTWRIGHT
Holland stared at his own hand, the knife’s edge crimson.They left they body where it fell.<...
V.E. SCHWAB Most people ignore most poetry
because
most poetry ignores most people.
ADRIAN MITCHELL
But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes ... J.K. ROWLING While this is part of his job, he still takes time to do everything that he can before he returns to...
DON MCCLURE You have heard about the reindeer that pull old Santa's sled.
But mostly I hate Rudolph and wi...
MARK W. BOYER even in death, his last breath was poetry
existing in the wind
and on the breeze of
...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN
But not you, O girl, nor yet hismother,
stretched his eyebrows so fierce with
expe...
RAINER MARIA RILKE
By the time you swear you're his,Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is,
...
DOROTHY PARKER
The movementOf the body is
Where poetry
Begins
CLINT CATALYST But stories are like people, Atticus. Loving them doesn’t make them perfect. You try to cherish th...
MATT RUFF
...the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry...
BILLY COLLINS
Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
P...
KAMAND KOJOURI
Mind yourself in that guardroom," Gilan told him. Thorn grinned cheerfully. He never had any stomach... JOHN FLANAGAN
A POCKET-SIZED GIRLHe keeps me in his pocket
for a rainy day;
he swears I'm ...
COCO J. GINGER
TimeYou were the one
I wanted most
to stay.
But time could not
LANG LEAV The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
THE DOORS
This StoneHe went looking for a road
that doesn't lead to death.
He went looki...
URSULA K. LE GUIN
By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infi...
DOROTHY PARKER
Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,At last he beat his music out.
There lives more fait...
ALFRED TENNYSON I visit him a few times downtown
while he paints.
We talk about how he's going to Spain
He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them.
Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in plac... SHERRILYN KENYON
The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them.“Wangoballwime?”
J.K. ROWLING Have you ever done it in a sauna" Marina asked. "It's even more exciting when it's hot."
...
JOYCE HABER poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.
and changes
its composition.
SANOBER KHAN
Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. JORGE LUIS BORGES
Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
Th...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Lo, thou, my Love, art fair;
Myself have made thee so;
Yea, thou art fair indeed,
Whe...
WILLIAM BALDWIN
THE MAXIMS OF MEDICINE Before you examine the body of a patient,
Be patient to lear...
SUZY KASSEM
You were you,and I was I;
we were two
before our time.
I was yours
b...
LANG LEAV
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.She was the bo...
MARKUS ZUSAK My wife is a thief...
She takes the last cookie
Takes forever to get ready
She takes ...
DAVID JACKSON
So do you believe in second chances?" I bite my lip."Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes....
STEPHANIE PERKINS
He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe.... TONI MORRISON
Astrid found the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his head. She unbuckled his belt and shove... MICHAEL GRANT
The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,...
JOYCE KILMER
Behold the Child among his new-born blissesA six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
See, where '...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I worry there is something broken in our generation,
there are too many sad eyes on happy faces...
ATTICUS POETRY She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.
ATTICUS POETRY What good are wings without the courage to fly?
ATTICUS POETRY Love her but leave her wild
ATTICUS POETRY There is nothing
prettier in the
whole wide world
than a girl
in love
wit...
ATTICUS POETRY She had just enough madness to make her interesting
ATTICUS POETRY She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
ATTICUS POETRY Watch carefully
the magic that occurs
when you give a person
enough comfort
t...
ATTICUS POETRY I think it’s beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you lov...
ATTICUS POETRY I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
ATTICUS POETRY We are made of all those who have built and broken us.
ATTICUS POETRY Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
ATTICUS POETRY Tutti indossiamo una maschera,
per alcuni è il trucco,
per altri il sorriso,
le mogl...
ATTICUS POETRY I will follow you,
my love,
to the edge of all our days,
to our very last
tom...
ATTICUS POETRY As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
dow...
ATTICUS POETRY You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.
ATTICUS POETRY It's a
lonely
thing,
protecting
a breakable
heart
ATTICUS POETRY There’s too much risk in loving,’
the young boy said,
‘no,’
said the old man,...
ATTICUS POETRY Our
songs
live
longer
than
our
kingdoms.
ATTICUS POETRY We humans
are so tortured
by not properly guessing
what will make us happy.
ATTICUS POETRY Time is all we have and don’t.
ATTICUS POETRY That was her magic—
she could still see
the sunset
even on those
darkest da...
ATTICUS POETRY She was everything real in a world of make-believe.
ATTICUS POETRY She wore the moonlight like lingerie.
ATTICUS POETRY From
the moment
I saw her
I knew
this one
was worth
the
broke...
ATTICUS POETRY Chase your stars fool, life is short.
ATTICUS POETRY It was her chaos that made her beautiful.
ATTICUS POETRY
When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. ... 