237 Quotes by Dylan Thomas

The photograph is married to the eye, Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth....

And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!

I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded.

... Rebel against the flesh and bone, The word of the blood, the wily skin, And the maggot no man can slay.

Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.

... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.

Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knocked down that Before the agony; the spirit grows, Forgets, and cries; A little comes, is tasted and found good....

Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.

the moment of a miracle is unending lightning ...