Dylan Thomas Quotes
Top 85 wise famous quotes and sayings by Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas Famous Quotes & Sayings
Discover top inspirational quotes from Dylan Thomas on Wise Famous Quotes.
Rebel against the flesh and bone,
The word of the blood, the wily skin,
And the maggot no man can slay.
The word of the blood, the wily skin,
And the maggot no man can slay.
The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.
There shall be corals in your beds,
There shall be serpents in your tides,
Till all our sea-faiths die.
There shall be serpents in your tides,
Till all our sea-faiths die.
Let the dry eyes perceive
Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses
By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses
By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void ...
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void ...
Poetry is not the most important thing in life ... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which / Shall fall awake when cures and their itch / Raise up this red-eyed earth?
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer
One: I am a Welshman; two: I am a drunkard; three: I am a lover of the human race, especially of women.
I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they've ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn't know, because I won't ever dare ask that question.
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.
Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
Poem on His Birthday
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
Poem on His Birthday
And from the first declension of the flesh
I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts
Into the stony idiom of the brain ...
I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts
Into the stony idiom of the brain ...
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.
This world is half the devil's and my own, / Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl / And curling round the bud that forks her eye.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret;
The code of night tapped on my tongue;
What had been one was many sounding minded.
The code of night tapped on my tongue;
What had been one was many sounding minded.
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps ... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.
The condition of the world today is such that most writers feel they cannot truthfully be "comic" about it.
To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.
An ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
Love drips & gathers,
but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores ...
-Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores ...
-Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
The best poem is that whose worked-upon unmagical passages come closest, in texture and intensity, to those moments of magical accident.
But oh, San Francisco! It is and has everything - you wouldn't think that such a place as San Francisco could exist.