Perhaps no poet is a conscious plagiarist, but there seems to be warrant for suspecting that there is no poet who is not at one time or another an unconscious one.
You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; y
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.
I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prnts, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forver
Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net. For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.
Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.
Let passion fill your sails, but let reason be your rudder.
Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey
Seek ye counsel of the aged for their eyes have looked on the faces of the years and their ears have hardened to the voices of Life. Even if their counsel is displeasing to you, pay heed to them.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.
When you look closely people are so strange & so complicated that they're actually beautiful.
A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, â€œI will have a camel for lunch today.â€ And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again-and he said, â€œA mouse will do.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.