93 Marianne Moore Quotes On Life, Existence & Consciousness
One of the greatest poets known in the history of American literature, Marilyn Moore was renowned for her accurate phraseology, shrewdness and irony. She was known for her compilation of poems named Collected Poems, Poetry and The Complete Poems. Moore went on to win premier accolades such as National Book Award, Pulitzer Prize, Bollingen Prize and National Medal for Literature. A meticulous Presbyterian since childhood, she was strongly influenced by the Christian faith. She expected poets to create masterpieces through words that would produce imaginary gardens with real toads in them. Moore believed that poetry is a form of mastery and morality. Anything which is phrased poorly despite being in perfect form cannot be accepted as poetry. Many believed that her work cannot be stereotyped under a class of poetry. We have collected Moore’s quotes and thoughts from her poems, writings, and general observations about life, religion, society etc. Let us browse through some of the greatest lines by this witty poet, which will be remembered till eternity.
Your thorns are the best part of you.
... we do not admire what we cannot understand.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
The heart that gives, gathers.
If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it
There never was a war that was not inward.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.
Superior people never make long visits.
Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.
The cure for loneliness is solitude.
You are not male or female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.
[Marianne Moore's definition of genuine poetry] -- Imaginary gardens with real toads in them.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise
Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
...discovering Antarctica, its penguin kings and icy spires...
Omissions are not accidents.
When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand.
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine.
Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
I must fight Til I have conquered In myself what causes war
I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of fabric is governed by gravity.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
Hate-hardened heart, O heart of iron, iron is iron till it is rust. There never was a war that was not inward;
One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.