13,976 Quotes About Poetry

You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.

Happenchance sparks with no matter who, waiting for love to arrive. To anyone, here I am, longing, as long as I am alive.

She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.

It is the present now and at noon yesterday, it was the present then. When noon tomorrow arrives, it will also be the present. The present is all there is.

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

I'll carve a special little niche, safe from the perils of life, where I can make a place for hope. First, I need to find a knife.