Amy Lowell Quotes

Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his...

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

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

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the wor...

Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evi...

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops...

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

The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by...

Christ! What are patterns for?

A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and ...

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink dr...

For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why ...

All books are either dreams or swords.

Happiness to some is elation to others it is mere stagnation.