Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think. Dylan Thomas More Quotes by Dylan Thomas More Quotes From Dylan Thomas I hold a beast, an angel and a madman within me. Dylan Thomas upheavalenquiryangel Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas good-nightlightdying Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow. Dylan Thomas inspirational-good-nightsecond-chancetomorrow I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right: I love you body and soul: —and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake Dylan Thomas love-youheartmean Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides. Dylan Thomas heartrunninglove A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas creativitywritingart When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes. Dylan Thomas nicebridgesfire I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine. Dylan Thomas feelingsenemyneeds Love is the last light spoken. Dylan Thomas lastslightlove-is I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't. Dylan Thomas optimisticrealdirty I love you more than anybody in the world... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams. Dylan Thomas dreamlove-youfall An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do. Dylan Thomas drinkingfoodfunny To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black. Dylan Thomas blackspringnight Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas sealovedeath You wouldn't think such a place as San Francisco could exist. The wonderful sunlight there, the hills, the great bridges, the Pacific at your shoes. Beautiful Chinatown. Every race in the world. The sardine fleets sailing out. The little cable-cars whizzing down The City hills. And all the people are open and friendly. Dylan Thomas racebeautifulthinking My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream. Dylan Thomas griefdreambeautiful Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed. Dylan Thomas horsesundaypast He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest. Dylan Thomas boredomblessingwork Cold beer is bottled God. Dylan Thomas cold-beercoldbeer Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought. Dylan Thomas tiredtearsyears
