155 Quotes by Theodore Roethke

What is madness but nobility of the soul at odds with circumstance.

Love makes me naked;Propinquity's a harsh master;O the songs we hide singing to ourselves!

It’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you.

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

What grace I have is enough.

Necessity starves on the stoop of invention.