237 Quotes by Dylan Thomas

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

When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in Praise of God, and I’d be a damn fool if they weren’t.

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim’s Aunt, Miss Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, “Would you like anything to read?

Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.

My birthday began with the water – Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

The ball I threw while playing in the park has not yet reached the ground.

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

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...