Amy Lowell Quotes

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.

Even pain pricks to livelier living.