158 Quotes by William Carlos Williams

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.

There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

The Wind IncreasesThe harried earth is swept; the trees;the tulip's bright tips sidle and toss -Loose your love to flow - Blow!Good Christ, what is a poet - if any exists?A man whose words will bite their way home - being actual, having the form of motion at each twigtip upon the tortured body of thought; gripping the ground a way to the last leaftip.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

Time passes and pisses on us all.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

unsignificantlyoff the coastthere wasa splash quite unnoticedthis was Icarus drowning

A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.