Top 100 Quotes About Dylan Thomas
#1. Fear not the waking world, my mortal,
Fear not the flat, synthetic blood,
Nor the heart in the ribbing metal.
Fear not the tread, the seeded milling,
The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade,
Nor the flint in the lover's mauling.
Dylan Thomas
#2. Within the microcosm of a film you get drawn to people. There are certain projects you care enormously about, and 'The Edge Of Love' was one because I was portraying a great hero of mine, Dylan Thomas.
Matthew Rhys
#3. And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.
Dylan Thomas
#4. There's one of my new poems actually - is a good example of where my poetry has ended up. My earlier river poetry was more like a cross between Shelley and Dylan Thomas.
Robert Adamson
#5. Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
Poem on His Birthday
Dylan Thomas
#6. Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought? 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.
Dylan Thomas
#7. I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.
Dylan Thomas
#8. The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer
Dylan Thomas
#9. Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels ...
Dylan Thomas
#10. I'm doing a Dylan Thomas film, Map of Love, with Mick Jagger producing again. It's a wonderful script.
Dougray Scott
#11. I do not remember-that is the point-the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are still too near me, with their vehement beat-pounding black and green rhythms like those of a very young policeman exploding, for me to see the written evidence of it.
Dylan Thomas
#12. I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.
Dylan Thomas
#13. Out of the sighs a little comes,
But not of grief, for I have knocked down that
Before the agony; the spirit grows,
Forgets, and cries;
A little comes, is tasted and found good ...
Dylan Thomas
#14. A truly comic, invented world must live at the same time as the world we live in.
Dylan Thomas
#15. If poetry were nothing but texture, [Dylan] Thomas would be as good as any poet alive. The what of his poems is hardly essential to their success, and the best and most brilliantly written pieces usually say less than the worst.
Randall Jarrell
#16. Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Dylan Thomas
#17. Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted.
Dylan Thomas
#18. I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.
Dylan Thomas
#19. But time has set its maggot on their track.
Dylan Thomas
#20. I've been interested in writing and storytelling since I learned to read, but it wasn't until I read Dylan Thomas, when I was 14, that I became interested in language itself, and saw it as more than a transparent medium for a story.
Jay McInerney
#21. And I rose
In a rainy autumn
And walked abroad in shower of all my days
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.
Dylan Thomas
#22. And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the vine of days.
Dylan Thomas
#24. Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart; Push in their tides.
Dylan Thomas
#25. Mr. Kipling stands for everything in this cankered world which I would wish were otherwise.
Dylan Thomas
#26. The condition of the world today is such that most writers feel they cannot truthfully be "comic" about it.
Dylan Thomas
#27. 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.
Dylan Thomas
#28. Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas
#29. It is the measure of my individual struggle from darkness toward some measure of light.
Dylan Thomas
#30. An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.
Dylan Thomas
#31. 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.
Dylan Thomas
#33. The heroes of our youth grow old - 'the boys of summer in their ruin', in Dylan Thomas's verse - yet we seem the same.
John Thorn
#34. I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done for. And here I am now, at the very moment of such an odious, though respectable, danger.
Dylan Thomas
#35. A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.
Dylan Thomas
#37. I'm not as self-destructive as Dylan Thomas, but I've certainly been around that behavior enough to have found it a release. The thing that I really enjoyed was being able to play misery.
Tom Hollander
#38. If you going to live by a certain code - as Bob Dylan said, you gotta serve somebody.
Thomas F. Wilson
#39. It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
Dylan Thomas
#40. Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.
Dylan Thomas
#41. My parents were inspired by Bob Dylan and Dylan Thomas when naming me. They specifically saved this masculine name for their only girl.
Dylan Lauren
#42. There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.
Dylan Thomas
#43. Which is the world? Of our two sleepings, which / Shall fall awake when cures and their itch / Raise up this red-eyed earth?
Dylan Thomas
#44. And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
Dylan Thomas
#46. Love drips & gathers,
but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores ...
-Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
Dylan Thomas
#47. The dream has sucked the sleeper of his faith
Dylan Thomas
#48. But oh, San Francisco! It is and has everything - you wouldn't think that such a place as San Francisco could exist.
Dylan Thomas
#49. Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.
Dylan Thomas
#50. We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.
Dylan Thomas
#51. Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved/Grave
Dylan Thomas
#52. These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.
Dylan Thomas
#53. This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wind at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.
Dylan Thomas
#54. Pneuma is the power - the vital breath - that animates animals and humans. It is, in Dylan Thomas's phrase, "the force that through the green fuse drives the flower," and is present even in lifeless materials like stone or metal as the energy that holds the object together - the
Marcus Aurelius
#55. Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.
Dylan Thomas
#56. A worm tells summer better than the clock,
The slug's a living calendar of days;
What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
Says the world wears away?
Dylan Thomas
#57. All world was one, one windy nothing,
My world was christened in a stream of milk.
Dylan Thomas
#58. Some people say Dylan Thomas mischievous, he's a child, and other people say he's quite demonic. I don't think we should dictate about him, if that's your view of him, that's wonderful, but it's great to know that other people think differently.
Keira Knightley
#59. The function of posterity is to look after itself.
Dylan Thomas
#60. In the beginning was the secret brain.
The brain was celled and soldered in the thought
Dylan Thomas
#61. The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
Dylan Thomas
#62. 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.
Dylan Thomas
#64. When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Dylan Thomas
#66. I've been influenced by poets as diverse as Dylan Thomas, Lewis Carroll, and Edgar Allan Poe.
Jack Prelutsky
#67. If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.
Dylan Thomas
#68. I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.
Dylan Thomas
#69. I tell people I never got to hear Dylan Thomas read because my husband wouldn't let me, because he thought it would be a sort of bad influence. People say, 'And you didn't go?' They're so surprised because the me they know would have gone. And I say I was very much a 'yes, dear' wife.
Carolyn Kizer
#70. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
Dylan Thomas
#71. I'm unhappy as Dylan Thomas was, because I'm not, but I've had my brushes with sadness.
Tom Hollander
#72. 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.
Dylan Thomas
#73. Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.
Dylan Thomas
#74. Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!
Dylan Thomas
#75. I had - along with my singing and dancing, I was very happy to be born in the hometown of Dylan Thomas. So the government was financing dramatic groups and amateur dramatics and stuff like that.
Catherine Zeta-Jones
#76. My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
#78. My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Dylan Thomas
#79. Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
-Dylan Thomas
Victoria Rice
#80. I love you more than anybody in the world ... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams.
Dylan Thomas
#81. Please don't worry about me. My suffering is over. In the wise words of Dylan Thomas ... After the first death, there is no other.
Colleen Hoover
#82. In the beginning was the word, the word
That from the solid bases of the light
Abstracted all the letters of the void ...
Dylan Thomas
#83. Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.
Dylan Thomas
#84. 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.
Dylan Thomas
#85. And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!
Dylan Thomas
#86. Dylan Thomas is now as much a case history as a chapter in the history of poetry.
Seamus Heaney
#87. Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon.
She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.
Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?
Dylan Thomas
#88. I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas
#89. A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
Dylan Thomas
#90. This is the world: the lying likeness of Our strips of stuff that tatter as we move Loving and being loth; The dream that kicks the buried from their sack And lets their trash be honoured as the quick. This is the world. Have faith.
Dylan Thomas
#91. Man's wants remain unsatisfied till death.
Then, when his soul is naked, is he one
With the man in the wind, and the west moon,
With the harmonious thunder of the sun
Dylan Thomas
#92. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.
Dylan Thomas
#93. This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.
Dylan Thomas
#94. Hemingway reached over and took Elsie's hand. "Do you know Dylan Thomas? I have always admired his take on death. Like he, I intend to go raging against the dying of the light." "Dear,
Homer Hickam
#95. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps ... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
Dylan Thomas
#96. The moment of a miracle is unending lightning ...
Dylan Thomas
#97. There shall be corals in your beds,
There shall be serpents in your tides,
Till all our sea-faiths die.
Dylan Thomas
#98. Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
Dylan Thomas
#99. I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.
Dylan Thomas
#100. Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories.
Dylan Thomas
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