One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors.
ROBERT GRAVESLove is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.
More Robert Graves Quotes
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There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
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The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.
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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
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You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?
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There is one story and one story only.
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Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.
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For I now realize that what overcame me that evening was a sudden awareness of the power of intuition, the supra-logic that cuts out all routine processes of thought and leaps straight from problem to answer.
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New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.
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This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet’s destiny is to love.
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A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure.
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There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.
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What we now call “finance” is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.
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Well, we’ve been lucky devils both And there is no need for a pledge or oath To bind our lovely friendship fast, By firmer stuff Close bound enough.
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