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And who are you, the proud Lord saidthat I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different co...
GEORGE R.R. MARTIN
WHAT IS TRUTH?Truth is not a thing
Or a concept.
It is as multidimensional
SUZY KASSEM
June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,
The lad that hopes for heaven<...
A.E. HOUSMAN
Once, in his first term, Cartwright had been bold enough to ask him why he was clever, what exercise... STEPHEN FRY
I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.
JOHN CLARE
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life has so...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the ... CARLOS RUIZ ZAFóN
Daemon spoke in his language. The lyrical quality of his words made no sense to me.“Wh...
JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT About the library," he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the...
LAURA WHITCOMB He spoke to her, though, if only through his verse. One night in the banqueting hall, just before a ...
JUDITH JAMES
The stone unhewn and coldBecomes a living mould,
The more the marble wastes
The more th...
MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and
whispered words, written long ago, words that
ELLEN READ
In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,
Of gods and dreams.
ROMAN PAYNE In your novels do you lie deliberately or just out of ignorance?"
Laughter. A murmur of a...
JOSé EDUARDO AGUALUSA With fireflies in her eyes
She blew all her words into his mouth with a stroke of a poignant Ki...
ANKITMISHRA
Constantly risking absurdityand death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of ...
LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lineshe wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"...
STEPHEN CHBOSKY My child, I know you're not a child
But I still see you running wild
Between those floweri...
ANTONIA MICHAELIS
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To c...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, "I forgive you,...
KATE DICAMILLO
Despereaux looked at his father, at his grey-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws ... KATE DICAMILLO Depths of Friendship
...under fathoms deep
of dark and bitter cold
an eerie osc...
MUSE The struggling poet and writer
dreams again
of standing on stage
and reading his lin...
AVIJEET DAS
The following obituary appeared in the Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph of Sept. 16, 1958:A GREA...
ROBERT W. SERVICE
According to the conventions of the genre, Augustus Waters kept his sense of humor till the end, did... JOHN GREEN Tightened his bootlace
Sharpened his blade
The Hunter walked along and prayed
For ton...
喬靖夫
The fairy poet takes a sheetOf moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,...
JOYCE KILMER
Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,At last he beat his music out.
There lives more fait...
ALFRED TENNYSON What is a great spiritual practitioner? A person who lives always in the presence of his or her own ...
SOGYAL RINPOCHE
Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made,
And then with the strokes of a silver spade...
ROMAN PAYNE
I have peanut M&M's up there.""Not my style"
"Raisinets."
"Feh."
"Sam Adams...
J.R. WARD
God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players downhere.
We wrote them ours...
V.C. ANDREWS
The evening sky is gold and vast.I’m soothed by April’s cool caress.
You’re late. T...
ANNA AKHMATOVA
There was a very cautious manWho never laughed or played
He never risked, he never tried,...
JOHN C. MAXWELL
There's a Polar BearIn our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With ...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN So while I drove my little and planned his fantasy night of how I was going to give Otter the key to...
T.J. KLUNE
She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.
LANG LEAV
The ToysMy little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
And moved and spoke ...
COVENTRY PATMORE And then,
There was a love
Shining so bright,
That even the darkest part
Of our ...
BRYONIE WISE
So spake the enemy of mankind, enclosedIn serpent, inmate bad! and toward Eve
Addressed h...
JOHN MILTON
Cold be hand and heart and bone,and cold be sleep under stone:
never more to wake on ...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN
There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon t... WALTER DE LA MARE
Under the Mountain dark and tallThe King has come unto his hall!
His foe is dead,
th...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN
I was thinking we could get a picture of you holding a pitchfork or something. Maybe a big wooden cr... STACIA KANE
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
...
JOHN KEATS
THE OLD MAN IN THE CORNERThe man in the corner
Is dying with words
He's crying...
SUZY KASSEM
Total evil.dang, his principal had been right all along...
he really was demo...
SHERRILYN KENYON
The sunlight in the gardenHardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its ...
LOUIS MACNEICE Sword-arm pauses. War-heat recedes.
Sacred soul-sister silently pleads
For only peace, whi...
ADAM SCOTT CAMPBELL
He stopped the flyersAnd by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport. As w...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
There is in every madmana misunderstood genius
whose idea
shining in his head
f...
ANTONIN ARTAUD
OppressionNow dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers,
Nor songs
To...
LANGSTON HUGHES
Vasudeva listened with great attention. Listening carefully, he leteverything enter his mind, ...
HERMANN HESSE
The Chorus Line: The Birth of Telemachus, An IdyllNine months he sailed the wine-red sea...
MARGARET ATWOOD
A precious mouldering pleasure 't isTo meet an antique book,
In just the dress his centur...
EMILY DICKINSON What do we do while we wait for my parents to find Jersey?” She let him go, took a step back.
KASI BLAKE So when you're cold
From the inside out
And don't know what to do,
Remember love and ...
STEPHEN COSGROVE
and Gansey, hearing the longing in her voice like he was being undone, like his own feelings were be... MAGGIE STIEFVATER
Far over the misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break ...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN
My faceless neighbor spoke up:“Don’t be deluded. Hitler has made it clear that he wi...
ELIE WIESEL
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough w...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
He has achieved success who has lived well,
laughed often, and loved much;
who has...
BESSIE ANDERSON STANLEY
I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.Like a complete outsider, ...
FERNANDO PESSOA Closed eyes
can't sacrifice
a third time
i may never know
A dreamer's dream
GREG C WARNER In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
I gladly free a little ...
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN Adam leaned down and placed his lips next to her ear. He blew gently on it before he spoke. Mona lea...
QUINN LOFTIS Three more awards received in 2017
Gold for Seb Cage Begins His Adventures
Gold for The T...
TERRY TUMBLER
The Poet With His Face In His HandsYou want to cry aloud for your
mistakes....
MARY OLIVER
And his eyes will only know darkness, His ears will only know hatred,
His hands will onl...
ANONYMOUS
A tired man lay down his headin a dusty room so dim,
and for so long his wife did shake
So, what did you think of the Unseelie Court?"A slow, wicked smile spread on his face. "...
HOLLY BLACK
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that Willia...
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Gareth Miller grabbed the beer first, then the hotdog, because if there’s one thing you don’t wa... JAY NICHOLS
gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold"'Is there a chorus?'
"Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold".' ...
TERRY PRATCHETT
Casually, out of the view of Ronan, making sure Adam was still sleeping, Gansey dangled his hand bet... MAGGIE STIEFVATER
I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain ... MARKUS ZUSAK
Others, I am not the first,Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathles...
A.E. HOUSMAN
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England:Fortune made his sword, By which ...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE some winters
will never melt
some summers
will never freeze
and some...
SANOBER KHAN
To the Hesitating Purchaser:"If sailor tales to sailor tunes,
Storm and adventure,...
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
Macon EthanI lay my head down on his chest and cried because had lived
because he had die...
KAMI GARCIA
For strangely gravenIs the orb of life, that one and another
In gold and power may outp...
EURIPIDES
The man consummatig his life dies his death triumphantly,surrounded by men filled with hope and maki... FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
Valkyrie Cain got out of the passenger side. She zipped upher black jacket against the cold, a...
DEREK LANDY
I dreamed I spoke in another's language,I dreamed I lived in another's skin,
I dreamed I ...
CLIVE BARKER
What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” Day snapped each word this time."You’re not the only o...
A.E. VIA
And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for... MITCH ALBOM
And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for... MITCH ALBOM Star light, Star bright
I wish upon the stars tonight…
I whispered your name to a ...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN
Picasso said he'd paint with his own wet tongueon the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to....
ANDREA GIBSON
2 SECONDSHe was on her in an instant to brace her against the wall. She kicked and clawe...
G.S. JENNSEN
You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
...
SANHITA BARUAH
Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:...
ROBERT BROWNING Star light, Star bright
First star I see tonight…
I whispered your name to a star ...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN
I dream that I have found us both again,With spring so many strangers' lives away,
And we...
THOMAS PYNCHON
It was with a shock that he felt the touch of Laurent's fingers against the back of his wrist. [...]... C.S. PACAT
Dost thou Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-...
ADELAIDE CRAPSEY I happened to find
Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,
Like a man raking piles...
WILLIAM DEWITT SNODGRASS
There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend,And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
W.B. YEATS
The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.'There was a...
PATRICK ROTHFUSS
