The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever. 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 upheaval enquiry angel Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas good-night light dying Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow. Dylan Thomas inspirational-good-night second-chance tomorrow 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-you heart mean Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides. Dylan Thomas heart running love 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 creativity writing art When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes. Dylan Thomas nice bridges fire I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine. Dylan Thomas feelings enemy needs Love is the last light spoken. Dylan Thomas lasts light love-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 optimistic real dirty 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 dream love-you fall An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do. Dylan Thomas drinking food funny To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black. Dylan Thomas black spring night 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 sea love death 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 race beautiful thinking 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 grief dream beautiful 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 horse sunday past He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest. Dylan Thomas boredom blessing work Cold beer is bottled God. Dylan Thomas cold-beer cold beer 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 tired tears years
