Poetry Quotes page 4

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think "How lucky are the dead."
Dorothy Parker
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneat the winter spreads
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.
"The Rose" by Bette Midler
All my hope is everyday
that you will love me this I pray
But as the each day passes
and the end draws near
What I wish for the most
becomes my greatest fear.
Beth Rogers
Eat, drink and be merry... For tommorrow we die.
Epicurus
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.
Counting Crows - A Long December
We twist and turn where angels burn
Like fallen soldiers, we will learn,
that once forgotten, twice removed,
love will be the death of you
Savage Garden
My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mental imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand... But as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.
Erik, "Phantom of the Opera"
I am like the fool from the poem "The fools prayer";
Because noone sees the bitter smile under the painted grin I wear.
What does it mean to die? It may be that man has a hundred senses, and at his death only the five that are know to us perish, and the other ninety-five go on living.
And the snow falls down melts before it even hits the ground. And I'm standing here listening to the sound of your hand washing back and forth across my filthy heart. And i don't know if I should say "I'm sorry" or "thank you". I try to speak but the tears choke the words and I think I finally know what they mean when they talk about joy.
Mineral
Women seem wicked
when you're unwanted.
Jim Morrison (The Doors), "People are strange"
Let no man fear to die
we love to sleep all,
And death is but the sounder sleep
Beaumont
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding, rendered speechless by emotion!
Dr. Zhivago
Build my fear of what's out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, It makes him well
He's getting better, Can't you tell?
No more can they keep us in
Listen, Damn it, We will win
They see it right, They see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell
Metallica, "Sanatarium"
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Pink Floyd
Happiness is to see the world in a grain of sand, and Heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in a single hour.
William Blake
With understanding come to know
what laughing lips will never show
how pain and torturing distress
can masquerade as happiness.
Michael Denison
When I die, I wish to comeback as one of her tears
What man would be so lucky
As to have been conceived in her heart,
Born in her eyes,
Live on her cheeks,
And die at her lips?
Once I swore I would die for you, but I never meant like this.
Shame, by Stabbing Westward

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