Cat Poetry Quotes

#1. What you're suggesting is that Hezekiah's elixir caused epigenetic changes. Such changes can and do get passed down the generations. Environmental poisons are the leading cause of epigenetic changes.

Douglas Preston

#2. Cat's waiting is a kind of love.

Jie Zhang

#3. Is this where the light faded out forever?
Where the cat was finally killed by caught tongue?
Where hand no longer wandered over curious texture?
Where words no longer moved past lips but died in a quiver?

Mellon Black

#4. A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume ...

Amy Lowell

#5. In the great green room, there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon ...

Margaret Wise Brown

#6. A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.

Allen Grossman

#7. I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.

T. S. Eliot

#8. Your true self is beyond either relying on others or avoiding them in order to know who you are.

Kosho Uchiyama

#9. The person who doesn't read lives only one life. The reader lives 5,000. Reading is immortality backwards.

Umberto Eco

#10. They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung,
As sour as cat's breath,
Harsh of tongue.

James Joyce

#11. I love the fact that I work with everything that has to do with the brand, the product, the environment, the online, the architecture, the web design, because I am somebody that loves making things, making experiences, creating things that people love to engage with.

Christopher Bailey

#12. In Moonlight
No
Soft sweet paw on my cheek
No
Fur curled under my chin
Just
A sad space left behind -
Gray cat gone away.

[Ellie's poem]

Patricia MacLachlan

#13. Then I found my head one day when I wasn't even trying.

Cat Stevens

#14. Rock stars are incredibly energizing to me.

James Daly

#15. At morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock ...

John Geddes

#16. Then one day I found my head when I wasn't even trying.

Cat Stevens

#17. We got the spell exactly right. Except for the ingredients. And most of the poetry. And it probably wasn't the right time. And Gytha took most of it home for the cat, which couldn't of been proper.

Terry Pratchett

#18. At dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door ...

John Geddes

#19. You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.

Cat Alonso

#20. the flicker of a memory
is all we can cling to
for our cherished ghosts

From "Cat Paws on a Windscreen

J.S. Watts

#21. Old women can see through walls.

Federico Garcia Lorca

#22. During the 1950s, Aristotle Onassis and I formed what grew to be a close friendship and association in several business ventures.

J. Paul Getty

#23. The clock, for all its precision in measurement, is a blunt instrument for the psyche and for society. Schedules can replace sensitivity to the mood of a moment, clock time can ride roughshod over the emotions of individuals.

Jay Griffiths

#24. Calico Kitty

My calico kitty
was painted and primed
she could prowl
the night away ~
without spending a dime...

Muse

#25. Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.

Osbert Sitwell

#26. And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband.

Virginia Woolf

#27. The wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...

John Geddes

#28. You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.

Monroe Ariel