Quotes by Leaves Of Grass Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities! Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass solitude giving And your very flesh shall be a great poem. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass fluency flesh I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass goodness self-esteem I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass empathy feels I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass waiting years O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass dead-poets-society cities The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass cities men The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass poet country Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass miracle feelings And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass dimes earth The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass individual theory If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred. Walt Whitman sacred-art leaves-of-grass inspiring Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass battle spirit And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass funeral sympathy I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass usual mistake O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass sailing done Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then? Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass vision forever All truths wait in all things. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass all-things waiting I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass boots dying I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass hats please «1234»
