44 Quotes by Dorianne Laux

Possible, unthinkable,the cricket’s tiny back as I lieon the lawn in the dark, my hearta blue cup fallen from someone’s hands.

How many losses does it take to stop a heart,to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

I’ve arrived at a time in my life when I could believe almost anything.

That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.

You are not your poetry. Your self-esteem shouldn't depend on whether you publish, or whether some editor or writer you admire thinks you're any good.

You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake.

If trees could speak they wouldn’t.

That’s how it is sometimes – God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.