64 Thought-Provoking Quotes By Dylan Thomas That Won’t Let You Quit!
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.
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.
...Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.
Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.
Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
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[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.
And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days...
Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me.
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday
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.
I sang in my chains like the sea
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
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.
I've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record . . .
We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.
Love is the last light spoken.
... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
