Blue Quotes - Page 35

• Tis like the birthday of the world,
  When earth was born in bloom;
  The light is made of many dyes,
  The air is all perfume:
  There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
  The very rainbow showers
  Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
  And sown the earth with flowers.

  Thomas Hood

  Spring, Flower, White

  Thomas Hood (1860). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood”, p.176

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• Spring has again returned.
  The Earth is like a child that knows many poems.
  Many, O so many. For the hardship
  of such long learning she receives the prize.
  
  Strict was her teacher.
  The white in the old man's beard pleases us.
  Now, what to call green, to call blue,
  we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Teacher, Children, Spring

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• How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.

  Sara Teasdale

  Hurt, Spring, Flower

  Sara Teasdale (1920). “Flame and Shadow”, p.1, Рипол Классик

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• Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple,
  Colour of lilac,
  Your great puffs of flowers
  Are everywhere in this my New England ...
  Lilacs in dooryards
  Holding quiet conversation with an early moon;
  Lilacs watching a deserted house; ...
  Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom,
  You are everywhere.

  Amy Lowell

  Spring, Flower, Moon

  Amy Lowell, “Lilacs”

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• The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.

  Willa Cather

  Art, Spring, Reflection

  Willa Cather (2011). “Death Comes for the Archbishop”, p.200, Vintage

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• The thorn tree just began to bud
  And greening stained the sheltering hedge,
  An many a violet beside the wood
  Peeped blue between the withered sedge;
  The sun gleamed warm the bank beside,
  'Twas pleasant wandering out a while
  Neath nestling bush to lonely hide,
  Or bend a musings o'er a stile.

  John Clare

  Lonely, Spring, Tree

  John Clare (2012). “Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt”, p.71, Counterpoint Press

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• The fields are snowbound no longer;
  There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
  The snow has been caught up into the sky-
  So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold.
  Now the sun walks in the forest,
  He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
  They shiver, and wake from slumber.
  Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
  Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
  A wind dances over the fields.
  Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
  Yet the little blue lakes tremble
  And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

  Katherine Mansfield

  Laughter, Spring, White

  Katherine Mansfield (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Katherine Mansfield (Illustrated)”, p.703, Delphi Classics

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• In winter I get up at night
  And dress by yellow candle-light.
  In summer quite the other way,
  I have to go to bed by day.
  
  I have to go to bed and see
  The birds still hopping on the tree,
  Or hear the grown-up people's feet
  Still going past me in the street.
  
  And does it not seem hard to you,
  When all the sky is clear and blue,
  And I should like so much to play,
  To have to go to bed by day?

  Robert Louis Stevenson

  Summer, Spring, Winter

  A Child's Garden of Verses "Bed in Summer" l. 1 (1885)

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• Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.-Have, get, before it cloy.

  Gerard Manley Hopkins

  Beautiful, Weed, Sweet

  'Spring' (written 1877)

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• Far above the golden clouds, the darkness vibrates.
  The earth is blue.
  And everything about it is a love song. Everything about it.

  Paul Simon

  Life, Song, Clouds

  Song: Everything About It Is A Love Song, Album: Surprise

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• Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry.

  Gregg Boddy

  Fall, Autumn, Air

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• All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.

  Ruth Pitter

  Love, Fall, Autumn

  Ruth Pitter (1969). “Collected poems”

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• A gush of bird song, a patter of dew
  A cloud and a rainbow's warning;
  Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue
  An April day in the morning!

  Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford

  Song, Morning, Spring

  Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford (1882). “Poems”

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• They'll get it all from you sooner or later 'cause they own this f**kin' place. It's a big club and you ain't in it. You and I are not in the big club. By the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table is tilted, folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Good, honest, hard-working people: white collar, blue collar, it doesn't matter what color shirt you have on.

  George Carlin

  Believe, Hard Work, Thinking

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• All this knowledge of the objective world is of no value in comparison to having a little glimpse of the inner sky and its beauty - its sunrises and sunsets, its days and nights, its blue sky and its stars. The outer then looks only a pale reflection of the inner. The inner becomes more real and the outer becomes just a shadow.

  Rajneesh

  Life, Stars, Real

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• In response to how he checked the weather, "I just whip out my blue card with a hole in it and read what it says: 'When color of card matches color of sky, FLY!'"

  Gordon Baxter

  Funny, Color, Sky

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• The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

  Arthur Conan Doyle

  Humorous, Sarcasm, Past

  Arthur Conan Doyle (2015). “Beyond the City”, p.30, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• Last year a friend went dark in a nervous city alone, the sea flashing against his glasses, the sea sorted out at last in his inner ear so he could leave this world as he'd entered it through the undependable irrational influence of water. -Kevin Jeffery Clark It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.

  Sylvia Plath

  Suicidal, Dark, Sea

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• The most amazing feeling I feel
  Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
  Maybe I paint the sky blue
  My greatest creation was you.

  Jay-Z

  Fathers Day, Dad, Real

  "Beyonce And Jay-Z Working On New Albums", www.huffingtonpost.com. February 16, 2012.

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• I saw for the first time the earth's shape. I could easily see the shores of continents, islands, great rivers, folds of the terrain, large bodies of water. The horizon is dark blue, smoothly turning to black. . . the feelings which filled me I can express with one word-joy.

  Yuri Gagarin

  Airplane, Dark, Islands

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• It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue, the shores a bank of solid gold.

  Sigurd F. Olson

  Summer, Fall, Autumn

  Sigurd F. Olson (1969). “Open horizons”, Alfred A. Knopf

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• Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

  Pablo Neruda

  Water, Silence, Secret

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• Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

  John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

  Wind, Space, Eagles

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• The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Stars, Fall, Sunset

  Rainer Maria Rilke, “Evening”

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• All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

  Sara Teasdale

  Sunset, Heart, Moon

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). “Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale”, MacMillan Publishing Company

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