62 Quotes by Robert Lowell

What can be salvaged from your life? A painthat gently darkens over heart and brain,a fairy's touch, a cobweb's weight of pain,now makes me tremble at your right to live.

That was the first growth,the heir of all my minutes,the victim of every ramification-more and more it grew green, and gave too much shelter.And now at my homecoming,the barked elms stand up like sticks along the street.I am a foot taller than when I left,and cannot see the dirt at my feet.Yet sometimes I catch my vague mindcircling with a glazed eyefor a name without a face, or a face without a name,and at every step,I startle them. They start up,dog-eared, bald as baby birds.

Yet why not say what happened?

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.

It is almost never possible to do pre-licensing studies that are large enough to find very rare events with great certainty, ... We have to find the correct balance between safety and making new preventive tools -- such as vaccines -- at a cost our society can afford.

I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn.

Is getting well ever an art/ Or art a way to get well.

The monument sticks like a fishbone / in the city's throat.

It's the light of the oncoming train.