Poetrist

A blog on poetic verses. Beautifully-written literary pieces, poesies, and excerpts that make you feel as if your brain is flowering.

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Death is just the last scene of the last act. We’re in rehearsal!

Joyce Carol Oates, Blonde

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Walking alone for a hundred miles, whispering French to herself because all the horror in her life had transpired in English and she thought switching languages might save her.

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

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How without any one of these people the world is a subtly but unmistakably altered place, the dial turned just one or two degrees.

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

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My heart wants roots My mind wants wings. I cannot bear Their bickerings.

E. Y. Harburg

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Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you’re dressed for it.

Woody Allen

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Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Arthur Miller

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Welcome [...] the good writers and good poets, the non-drumbeaters and non-axe-grinders. So long as they’re good.

William Styron, The Paris Review No. 1

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This is it. This is goodbye. A goodbye I wasn’t even looking for.

Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

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It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

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So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall.

Roald Dahl, “Television”

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But, dear me, let us be elegant or die!

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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Stories are wild creatures. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?

Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

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I’m going because this life I lead here, this life—is not for me!

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

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Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?

Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories

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But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

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One doesn’t stop seeing. One doesn’t stop framing. It doesn’t turn off and turn on. It’s on all the time.

Annie Leibovitz

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You have five minutes to wallow in the delicious misery. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Discard it. Then proceed.

Elizabethtown (2005)