All Quotes By Tag: Book-quotes

“This isn’t the end, Lizzy. It’s the beginning of something new. Don’t be scared of new. New can be wonderful.”

“Everyone who comes into our lives leaves their mark. That’s how we grow, mature and evolve as humans. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Sometimes, it’s hard to talk about what you think of the most.”

“Religion for me is just a tool to connect ourselves to God, the creator. What I believe is that as a human we are entitled to learn, to study, in all aspects of our lives.”

“I’ve always loved the night, when everyone else is asleep and the world is all mine. It’s quiet and dark—the perfect time for creativity.”

“You cannot talk about grit. You have to embody it.You cannot talk about faith. You have to live it.You cannot talk about the desert. You have to cross it.”

“Faith is born out of love, and love never fails. Therefore, don’t ask for more faith—just love more.”

“Faith is the bridge over the gap you have chosen.”

“I feel a little like Wendy Darling. Peering out my window, hoping to be swept off by magic.”

“Ocean gusts slunk between the trees, who whispered to one another about The Great White Father being home; how everything was back to how it should be.”

“Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.”

“The question ‘Why poetry?’ isn’t asking what makes poetry unique among art forms; poetry may indeed share its origins with other forms of privileged utterance. A somewhat more interesting question would be: “What is the nature of experience, and especially the experience of using language, that calls poetic utterance into existence? What is there about experience that’s unutterable?” You can’t generalize very usefully about poetry; you can’t reduce its nature down to a kernel that underlies all its various incarnations. I guess my internal conversation suggests that if you can’t successfully answer the question of “Why poetry?,” can’t reduce it in the way I think you can’t, then maybe that’s the strongest evidence that poetry’s doing its job; it’s creating an essential need and then satisfying it.”

“The books [poetry collections] may not sell, but neither are they given away or thrown away. They tend, more than other books, to fall apart in their owners’ hands. Not I suppose good news in a culture and economy built on obsolescence. But for a book to be loved this way and turned to this way for consolation and intense renewable excitement seems to me a marvel.”

“ ‘Paradise Lost’ was printed in an edition of no more than 1,500 copies and transformed the English language. Took a while. Wordsworth had new ideas about nature: Thoreau read Wordsworth, Muir read Thoreau, Teddy Roosevelt read Muir, and we got a lot of national parks. Took a century. What poetry gives us is an archive, the fullest existent archive of what human beings have thought and felt by the kind of artists who loved language in a way that allowed them to labor over how you make a music of words to render experience exactly and fully.”

“Don’t you dare call me Miss Spencer, it kills me when you act like we aren’t friends.”