Southern Poetry Quotes

#1. Songs. Books. Poetry. Paintings. These things reveal truth. I believe lies and truth are tangled together.

Brenda Sutton Rose

#2. Well if this be order
give me a wheelbarruh of chaos
and a pop bottle full of shook up rattlesnakes

Bob Henry Baber

#3. Finding one's voice is a process of finding one's passion.

Terry Tempest Williams

#4. You will not invest in yourself if you think you are not worth it

Saji Ijiyemi

#5. And remember, small thaws make great floods, so be twice wary of a slowly changing season.

Patrick Rothfuss

#6. I mean can you walk to school on your own? Can you study science? Can you study math? Can you go to a normal school? Do you need to go to a special school? What is going to become of you when you grow up? Are you going to have to live on social security and SSI?

Sheena Iyengar

#7. and stars sang like crickets in the dropping dusk and were.

Agnes McDonald

#8. Life is short - while we speak it flies; enjoy, then, the present, and forget the future; such is the moral of ancient poetry, a graceful and a wise moral - indulged beneath a southern sky, and all deserving, the phrase applied to it - the philosophy of the garden.

Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

#9. I find in my poetry and prose the rhythms and imagery of the best - I mean, when I'm at my best - of the good Southern black preachers. The lyricism of the spirituals and the directness of gospel songs and the mystery of blues are in my music or in my poetry and prose, or I missed everything.

Maya Angelou

#10. The arrogant heart can only be humbled by love.

K.A. Hosein

#11. This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)

Kellie Elmore

#12. A song rises up from the belly of my past
and rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.

Brenda Sutton Rose

#13. Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.

William Carlos Williams

#14. With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of my mother blows in,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze.

Brenda Sutton Rose

#15. bullet wound will do." Gordon

Mary Jo Putney