Carmen > Carmen's Quotes

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
― Lewis Carroll

“You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty

Shaken by your beauty
Shaken.”
― William Carlos Williams, Paterson

“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own / Three Guineas

“When you're having an asthma attack, you don't have any breath. When you don't have any breath, it's hard to speak. You're limited by the amount of air you can spend from your lungs. That's not much, something between three to six words. It gives the word a meaning. You're searching through the piles of words in your head, picking the most important ones. And they have a cost. It's not like the healthy people that take out every word that has accumulated in their head like garbage. When someone, while having an asthma attack, says "I love you" or "I really love you", there's a difference. A word difference. And a word is a lot, because that word could have been "sit", "Ventolin" or even "ambulance".”
― Etgar Keret, צנורות

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire”
― Gustav Mahler

“What you're missing is that the path itself changes you.”
― Julien Smith, The Flinch

“What hath night to do with sleep?”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“Luck is the residue of design.”
― John Milton

“Our torments also may in length of time
Become our Elements.”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“I had taken up my quill to begin writing many times before now, but I always abandoned it quickly: each time I was overcome with fear. Yes, may God forgive me, but the letters of the alphabet frighten me terribly. They are sly, shameless demons—and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them: they run off—and how will you ever get control of them again! They come to life, join, separate, ignore your commands, arrange themselves as they like on the paper—black, with tails and horns. You scream at them and implore them in vain: they do as they please. Prancing, pairing up shamelessly before you, they deceitfully expose what you did not wish to reveal, and they refuse to give voice to what is struggling, deep within your bowels, to come forth and speak to mankind.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
― Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
― Robert Frost

“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”
― Robert Frost