Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

Let us go in; the fog is rising.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.

Tell the truth, but tell it slant.

The Brain is wider than the sky-.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

Becky: Why are you taking his groin? Emily: It's plastic!

If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching, or cool one Pain, Or help one fainting Robin into his Nest again, I shall not live in Vain.

Emily: "Asher. That's such a cool name! What's your last name?" Asher: "Pimplefart. Emily: "Oh... wow.

Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me -- The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd immortality.

Hope is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words And never stops at all.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid -- as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

Hope is the thing with feathers -- that perches in the soul -- and sings the tune without words -- and never stops, at all.

Becky: How come you can talk to guys about your interests and I can't? Emily: Because I'm not interested in cadavers? Becky (to Tristan): Is she right? Tristan: YES!

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Matt: Well, maybe you could go to homecoming with Emily. Aaron: Yes, she would satiate me. Matt: What?! Why would she say she ate you? Aaron: Because, she's good-looking! Matt: What does that have to do with eating you?

Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.

A Shade upon the mind there passesAs when on NoonA Cloud the mighty Sun encloses.

His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.

Becuase I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.

To live is so starling it leaves little time for anything else.

Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit -- Life!

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words -- and never stops at all.

Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

My friends are my estate.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.

Beauty is not caused. It is.

The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .

Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- to a discerning Eye -- much Sense -- the starkest Madness --