Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.— David Bowie
Successful Love Poems quotations
Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love.
Listen with your heart, you will understand.
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.
You have to love dancing to stick to it.
It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that fleeting moment when you feel alive. It is not for unsteady souls .
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
Everyone comes with baggage. Find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
For those who love... time is eternity.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
MOTHER (a word that means the world to me)
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]
Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
I always tell my writing students that every good piece of writing begins with both a mystery and a love story. And that every single sentence must be a poem. And that economy is the key to all good writing. And that every character has to have a secret.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast.
A King only bows down to his Queen.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
To love a person is to see all of their magic, and to remind them of it when they have forgotten.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or a piece of prose he or she really loves is to learn it by heart. Not by brain, by heart; the expression is vital.
I think Oscar Wilde wrote a poem about a robin who loved a white rose.
He loved it so much that he pierced his breast and let his heart's blood turn the white rose red. Maybe this sounds very sentimental, but for anybody who has loved a career as much as I've loved mine, there can be no short cuts.
Two things you will never have to chase: true friends and true love.
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Poems come from ordinary experiences and objects, I think.
Out of memory - a dress I lent my daughter on her way back to college; a newspaper photograph of war; a breast self-exam; the tooth fairy; Calvinist parents who beat up their children; a gesture of love; seeing oneself naked over age 50 in a set of bright hotel bathroom mirrors.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.