Best Words Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“It is sensible of me to be aware that I will die one of these days. I will not”

“Writing is one method of dealing with being human or wanting to suicide cause in order to write you kill yourself at the same time while remaining alive.”

“When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.”

“I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.”

“Succeed and make those who said you would not make it eat their own words. Prove them wrong with your great work.”

“If you do not have control over your mouth, you will not have control over your future.”

“If words allow themselves to be handled, it is with the help of infinite carefulness. One has to welcome them, listen to the, before asking any service of them. Words are living things closely involved with human life.”

“Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate...”

“The crazy thing about poetry is how its simplicity makes it complicated.”

“Poetry is breathing words that give a reader pause.”

“O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,”

“I only wrote prose before I met you.”

“I left the bank”

“Here's another poem,”

“Slogans are mere wordsuck...”

“O know, sweet love, I always write of you,”

“...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?”

“A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.”

“So this is what I am”

“Language has not the power to speak what love indites”

“Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge.”

“The last stroke of midnight dies.”

“Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.”

“It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work -- like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work. . . . Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos.”

“Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They are what we hold on with, nothing else. They are as valuable in themselves as rope with nothing to be tied to.”

“... and I realise the only way to tell the others”

“Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the”

“For me,”

“Most of my friends like words too well. They set them under the blinding light of the poem and try to extract every possible connotation from each of them, every temporary pun, every direct or indirect connection - as if a word could become an object by mere addition of consequences. Others pick up words from the streets, from their bars, from their offices and display them proudly in their poems as if they were shouting, "See what I have collected from the American language. Look at my butterflies, my stamps, my old shoes!" What does one do with all this crap?”

“How weightless”