poetry-quotes

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

A lie is still a lieeven if it__ disguisedas the truth.

Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

You only have to do one good thing to be in somebody__ lifetime of prayers.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

The most complicated skill is to be simple.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

Wherever I go, I meet myself.

To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.

It's scary, and downing, that I make my best music when I'm going through my depression... At that moment, all i can see is black, darkness and shadows, but in the bigger picture.. it's a blessing. When I look through all my work, my art, I wouldn't change or take away my depression and anxiety for ANYTHING.. because when i get those days of rainbows, and colors.. i know deep down, i'm only honest when i'm at the deepest of the oceans.. so it's like listening to a different side of my mind, that i never realize exists, until i get that little peek through the blinds, and finally see the sunlight.. THEN on those simple moments, even if they only last a few minutes, i know deep down... maybe i do have a talent. Maybe I have got something, a "gift", that some people call... So really, if it wasn't for my depression, i would never, truly believe I have anything worth giving. So I will NOT sit back and wish i wasn't clinically depressed, I will learn to embrace it, live with it, and talk my brain into believing, and fully knowing, I HAVE A GIFT. I AM WORTHY. I DO HAVE SOMETHING TO GIVE THE WORLD. I will not let my depression or anxiety control me. They can live here(in my mind), but they best know, I AM STILL, AND WILL ALWAYS BE IN CONTROL. .. BUT This is my home, and you're just living under it.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths allBolted against me.Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers,Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentenceWorse than Abiram's.Him the vindictive rod of angry JusticeSent quick and howling to the centre headlong;I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, amBuried above ground.