What Is Poetry Quotes
she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
If you're reading this...Congratulations, you're alive.If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.
She who reconciles the ill-matched threadsOf her life, and weaves them gratefullyInto a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hallAnd clears it for a different celebration.
Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.
there isn't enough of anythingas long as we live. But at intervalsa sweetness appears and, given a chanceprevails.
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
Though we tremble before uncertain futuresmay we meet illness, death and adversity with strengthmay we dance in the face of our fears.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.
You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face
If you wake up tired, you’ve been chasing dreams. If you go to bed tired, your making your dreams happen.
No man was ever yet a great poet, without at the same time being a profound philosopher.
down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies
Dreams. They start in your beautiful mind. Think of beautiful things and it will manifest into actions because your body will listen to you. Like it always does.
True beauty is measured by the number of pearls within you, not those around your neck.
Lifes like a painters palette, just when you've got everything worked out the colours change
Nature, it seems, is the popular namefor milliards and milliards and milliardsof particles playing their infinite gameof billiards and billiards and billiards.
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?
If one million of you give assent to the one thousand who participate in the murder of a child, then one million of you are a million times guilty.
If one thousand of you participate in the murder of one child, then one thousand of you are a thousand times guilty.
That’s the thing about love It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person
Without sound, There would be no music.And without music, There would be no life.And without a life force, There would be no matter.But it does not matter -Because what is matter, If there is no light?
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.
You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?