Carl Sandburg: Trending quotes (page 2)

“Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”

“Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.”

“Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves.
They flickered out saying:
"It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.”

“There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud”

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.”

“To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.”

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.”

“I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.”

“Let your heart look
on white sea spray
and be lonely.

Love is a fool star.

You and a ring of stars
may mention my name
and then forget me.

Love is a fool star.”

“Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.”

“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”

“In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning”

“Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.”

“And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is
romance
and big things
and real dreams
that never go smash.”

“Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-haired child.”

“There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always.
If the music dies down there is a silence.
Almost the same as the movement of music.
To know silence perfectly is to know music.”

“There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.”

“We can never possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.”

“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”