David Ignatow famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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If flowers want to grow right out of concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down and smell them.
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One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness. One leaf left all by itself in the air and it does not speak of loneliness or death. One leaf and it spends itself in swaying mildly in the breeze.
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There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a metaphysical loneliness. We all feel it. The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. You take a step in a house, you start moving around the house, no one else moves with you. You're walking by yourself.
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I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life.
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The burden of living one’s own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share.
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I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go?
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I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words that began love end it with changed emphasis.
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One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless one takes oneself to be a leaf.
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The burden of living one’s own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share.
-- David Ignatow
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Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I'd throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: 'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.' 'Fare well, I will,' said I. If e'er, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.
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There is a graveyard in my poor heart - dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.
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If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.
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This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
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Many pilots of the time were the opinion that a fighter pilot in a closed cockpit was an impossible thing, because you should smell the enemy. You could smell them because of the oil they were burning.
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Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.
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Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.
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I'm not scared at all... Of the cracks in the crystal ball.
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Tobacco addiction sinks its claws in deeply, it's just as powerful of [sic] an addiction as ***** or crack cocaine...
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As corny as it may sound, my true goal was to crack the Americana market.
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