Song Lyrics From Poets Quotes & Sayings

Chance is your god
Though you're falling free you will land hard — Criss Jami

My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy / And my brush as it drips continually / Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor. — Michelangelo

The poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand back and let it all be ... — Bruce Springsteen

I'm so sorry about all you're going through, but I'm not sorry that it brought you to me. — Lisa Brown Roberts

Once a crowd chased me for an autograph. 'Beat it, ' I said, 'go sit on a tack!' 'We made you, ' they said. 'Like hell you did, ' I told them. — Katharine Hepburn

Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and the sun for its radiance. The poets are entirely mistaken. They should address their lyrics to themselves and should turn them into odes of self congratulation on the excellence of the human mind. — Alfred North Whitehead

You're beautiful." Blake said hello as he'd said goodbye.
"You said that already," Livia mouthed over the banging music.
Blake just shrugged. He flashed Livia a shy smile and held out the pink napkin to her. He'd turned it into a beautiful, perfect rose bud with a single leaf. Livia took the rose from his hand and turned it over carefully. He'd pinched tiny thorns into the paper stem. Livia put it to her nose as if to smell it. She realized he was waiting.
"You're beautiful," Livia mouthed. She would have hugged the rose if it weren't so delicate. She hugged him instead.
With her ear so close, Blake was able to murmur into it. "May I have this dance? — Debra Anastasia

The protected place in space and time that we once called childhood has grown shorter. — Mary Pipher