Ungaretti Giuseppe Quotes & Sayings

Of this poetry
I'm left with the emptiness
of an endless secret — Giuseppe Ungaretti

M'Illumino D'Immenso - I flood myself with the light of the immense. — Giuseppe Ungaretti

With my wolf's hunger
I haul my lamb's body
down like a sail
I am like
the wretched boat
and the lascivious sea — Giuseppe Ungaretti

He rests in the graveyard of Ivry
a suburb that always
looks like the day
the carnival comes down.
And perhaps only I
still know
that he was alive. — Giuseppe Ungaretti

Memory is fiction, — Keith Richards

Understand well as I may, my comprehension can only be an infinitesimal fraction of all I want to understand. — Ada Lovelace

We did not exist, the we we thought we'd always be. — Catherine Lacey

Tonight
A parapet of breeze
tonight on which to lean
my melancholy — Giuseppe Ungaretti

I can only answer one question at a time, you know," she said. With remarkable dignity, considering. "I am hanging my head over to hear the wind blow. I never did get that bit in the lyrics. Who hears the wind blow when they hang their head over? Hang their head over what? What does that even mean? Do you know? — Thea Harrison

Let me be
like
a thing
left
in a
corner
and forgotten — Giuseppe Ungaretti

The risks are worth the rewards."-Micah — Rhavensfyre

I always wonder why some people see things as weird and some people don't. — Tim Burton

It was my dad's idea to change my name from Sahatciu to Ora. He said it would be easier to pronounce. — Rita Ora

It was normal for it to rain, but in October- who could forget the rains of October?- now this disturbingly silent rain was falling. That was so nebulous that it was pretty; that, if it had not been wet, no one would have believed it was raining; that was so slow that it was possible to follow its fall with one's eyes. That which villagers called 'the rains of October' was the accumulation of the serenity of such a life. Eyes almost broke into tears on looking at the sun subdividing itself, at the end of the afternoon, in each drop of that snail's-pace precipitation, as if the great star had dissolved each day an infinitesimal bit more. — Ondjaki