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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e4e817e | It was a complete surprise... totally. | Walk Off The Earth | ||
| eb85218 | I got this old guitar But it's all I need. | Walk Off The Earth | ||
| f60ff78 | It is the way to educate your eyes, and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. | Walker Evans | ||
| da14df1 | The enduring is something which must be accounted for. One cannot simply shrug it off. | Walker Percy | ||
| c8509ed | Beauty is a whore. | Walker Percy | ||
| faa2a66 | The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. | Walker Percy | ||
| 811749b | p. 176; cited in: Albert Lepawsky (1949), Administration, p. 194-5 | Wallace Brett Donham | ||
| 4c18f46 | It has never been man's gift to make wildernesses. But he can make deserts, and has. | Wallace Stegner | ||
| 2bb5ab0 | Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 2d8a2a9 | I am the angel of reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| fa2c6a8 | Success as a result of industry is a peasant ideal. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| d0eae98 | I like my philosophy smothered in beauty and not the opposite. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 8db5a89 | Poetry is an effort of a dissatisfied man to find satisfaction through words. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 1dec649 | The soul, he said, is composed Of the external world. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| fa582c4 | This is old song That will not declare itself... | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 85cc7a3 | Death is the mother of beauty | Wallace Stevens | ||
| c33e36f | What is divinity if it can comeOnly in silent shadows and in dreams? | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 9acb2d9 | She sang beyond the genius of the sea | Wallace Stevens | ||
| f438074 | The thinking of art seems final when The thinking of god is smoky dew. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| bfc43ec | The blue guitar And I are one. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 6106912 | Place honey on the altars and die, You lovers that are bitter at heart. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 41a8d06 | I play. But this is what I think. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| f991a13 | I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 4ce4c9a | Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 04faf0e | We are the mimics. Clouds are pedagogues. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 9496975 | Abysmal instruments make sounds like pips Of the sweeping meanings that we add to them. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 779a885 | Without a name and nothing to be desired, If only imagined but imagined well. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 9fe5568 | The first idea is an imagined thing. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 9f676aa | My dame, sing for this person accurate songs. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 1be0260 | The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| dbb8698 | Nothing had happened because nothing had changed. Yet the General was rubbish in the end. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 92062d5 | Music falls on the silence like a sense, A passion that we feel, not understand. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 88054c5 | The fluctuations of certainty, the change Of degrees of perception in the scholar's dark. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 1c99932 | A fictive covering Weaves always glistening from the heart and mind. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 588ff23 | The poem goes form the poet's gibberish to The gibberish of the vulgate and back again. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| e2cbb60 | He tries by a peculiar speech to speak The peculiar potency of the general | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 91b69e5 | It was enough for her that she remembered. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 9ed82da | Is it he or is it I that experience this? | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 172d552 | These external regions, what do we fill them with Except reflections | Wallace Stevens | ||
| ad757b3 | One thing remaining, infallible, would be Enough. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 1b49409 | The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 72e95a8 | A grandiose subject is not an assurance of a grandiose effect but, most likely, of the opposite. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| a56fe78 | Sentimentality is a failure of feeling. | Wallace Stevens | ||
| 98612c0 | A poem should be a part of one's sense of life. | Wallace Stevens |