Gof Quotes

1. "For every individual is a uniquemanifestation of the Whole, as every branch is a particular outreachingof the tree. To manifest individuality, every branch must have asensitive connection with the tree, just as our independently moving anddifferentiated fingers must have a sensitive connection with the wholebody. The point, which can hardly be repeated too often, is thatdifferentiation is not separation."
Author: Alan Wilson Watts

2. "Poems are bullshit unless they areteeth or trees or lemons piledon a step. Or black ladies dyingof men leaving nickel heartsbeating them down. Fuck poemsand they are useful, wd they shootcome at you, love what you are,breathe like wrestlers, or shudderstrangely after pissing. We want livewords of the hip world live flesh &coursing blood. Hearts BrainsSouls splintering fire. We want poemslike fists beating niggers out of Jocksor dagger poems in the slimy belliesof the owner-jews. Black poems tosmear on girdlemamma mulatto bitcheswhose brains are red jelly stuckbetween ‘lizabeth taylor's toes. StinkingWhores! we want "poems that kill."
Author: Amiri Baraka

3. "I am a work in progressDressed in the fabric of a world unfoldingOffering me intricate patterns of questionsRhythms that never come cleanAnd strengths that you still haven't seen"
Author: Ani DiFranco

4. "Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and singOf hope and promise on dragonwing"
Author: Anne McCaffrey

5. "Drummer, beat, and piper, blowHarper, strike, and soldier, goFree the flame and sear the grassesTil the dawning Red Star passes"
Author: Anne McCaffrey

6. ". . . At Ghent the wind rose.There was a smell of rain and a heavy dragOf wind in the hedges but not as the wind blowsOver fresh water when the waves lagFoaming and the willows huddle and it will rain . . ."
Author: Archibald MacLeish

7. "What all of this suggests is that we need a more complex understandingof identities. If we identify on the basis of race, class, sexuality, orgender alone we cannot make sense of the ways these identificationscombine and change over time. The used-to-be-working class nowprofessional woman, the woman of mixed racial parentage who appearswhite, the divorced mother who is now a lesbian, the former lesbian whois now straight, or the former lesbian who is now a man. Identities arealways in motion; they are mobile (Ferguson, 1993). This is particularlythe case for those who have been placed in identity categories that do notquite seem to fit; it is also true of many more of us, in varied ways. Justask our current President, whose own origin story, of which he has spokenand written eloquently, is exceedingly complex. We need, I believe, aconception of identities that embraces this complexity, that takes intoaccount temporality and also specificity."
Author: Arlene Stein

8. "The proper, wise balancingof one's whole life may depend upon thefeasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour."
Author: Arnold Bennett

9. "But we, with our dreaming and singing,Ceaseless and sorrowless we!The glory about us clingingOf the glorious futures we see,Our souls with high music ringing:O men! it must ever beThat we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,A little apart from ye.We are afar with the dawningAnd the suns that are not yet high,And out of the infinite morningIntrepid you hear us cry —How, spite of your human scorning,Once more God's future draws nigh,And already goes forth the warningThat ye of the past must die.Great hail! we cry to the comersFrom the dazzling unknown shore;Bring us hither your sun and your summers;And renew our world as of yore;You shall teach us your song's new numbers,And things that we dreamed not before:Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,And a singer who sings no more."
Author: Arthur O'Shaughnessy

10. "The temporal heart resonates at whispersFrom a Truth overarchingOf whose countenanceTimeless Intellect yearns vainly to fathom"
Author: Ashim Shanker

11. "A 13 anni, è risaputo, una femmina è una ragazza in fiore, una giovane donna nel pieno splendore della maturità, mentre un maschio è un lattante goffo e ridicolo che deve soltanto girare alla larga. L'unica dota apprezzabile in lui è quella di saper star al suo posto. Cioè fuori dai piedi."
Author: Bianca Pitzorno

12. "The name of the author is the first to gofollowed obediently by the title, the plot,the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novelwhich suddenly becomes one you have never read,never even heard of,as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbordecided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,to a little fishing village where there are no phones."
Author: Billy Collins

13. "But how can she change a person like that? said Victoria.She just can. I'd never have thought before, ever, that I could hate music and want to leave it behind, but now--Lawrence Prewitt, said Victoria. Her voice was shaking, but she stood up and put on such a fierce dazzle that even Donovan seemed to wake up. Don't you dare ever start talking like that again, or when I get out of here, I'll leave you behind with the gofers. Lawrence smiled. I've missed your threats, Vicky."
Author: Claire Legrand

14. "And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms"
Author: E.E. Cummings

15. "You are tired,(I think)Of the always puzzle of living and doing;And so am I.Come with me, then,And we'll leave it far and far away—(Only you and I, understand!)You have played,(I think)And broke the toys you were fondest of,And are a little tired now;Tired of things that break, and—Just tired.So am I.But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—Open to me!For I will show you the places Nobody knows,And, if you like,The perfect places of Sleep.Ah, come with me!I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,That floats forever and a day;I'll sing you the jacinth songOf the probable stars;I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,Until I find the Only Flower,Which shall keep (I think) your little heartWhile the moon comes out of the sea."
Author: E.E. Cummings

16. "I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious hand appearsTo bear a gift for mortals, old or young;And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,Those of my own life, who by turns had flungA shadow across me. Straightaway I was 'ware,So weeping, how a mystic Shape did moveBehind me, and drew me backward by the hair;And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--Guess now who holds thee?--Death, I said, But, there,The silver answer rang,--Not Death, but Love."
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

17. "We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust."
Author: Ellen Hopkins

18. "Exultation is the goingOf an inland soul to seaPast the houses, past the headlandsInto deep eternity!Bred as we, among the mountainsCan the sailor understandThe divine intoxicationOf the first league out from land?"
Author: Emily Dickinson

19. "I'm all alone,fuming at myself,waving a great flagof failure."
Author: Emma Cameron

20. "Più io sono goffo avvicinandomi a lei e più, ne sono sicuro, lei è contenta. È il mio turbamento che osserva piuttosto di pensare al suo piacere, quell'attimo in cui per un miracolo che si riproduce alcuni milioni di volte al giorno, un corpo di donna diventa per un uomo la sola cosa importante al mondo."
Author: Georges Simenon

21. "And if sun comesHow shall we greet him?Shall we not dread him,Shall we not fear himAfter so lengthy aSession with shade?Though we have wept for him,Though we have prayedAll through the night-years—What if we wake one shimmering morning toHear the fierce hammeringOf his firm knucklesHard on the door?Shall we not shudder?—Shall we not fleeInto the shelter, the dear thick shelterOf the familiarPropitious haze?Sweet is it, sweet is itTo sleep in the coolnessOf snug unawareness.The dark hangs heavilyOver the eyes."
Author: Gwendolyn Brooks

22. "I wish I was away in IngoFar across the briny sea,Sailing over deepest watersWhere love nor care never trouble me..."
Author: Helen Dunmore

23. "And he saw a youth approaching, Dressed in garments green and yellow, Coming through the purple twilight, Through the splendor of the sunset; Plumes of green bent o'er his forehead, And his hair was soft and golden. Standing at the open doorway, Long he looked at Hiawatha, Looked with pity and compassion On his wasted form and features, And, in accents like the sighingOf the South-Wind in the tree-tops, Said he, "O my Hiawatha! All your prayers are heard in heaven, For you pray not like the others, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater craft in fishing, Not for triumph in the battle, Nor renown among the warriors, But for profit of the people, For advantage of the nations. "From the Master of Life descending, I, the friend of man, Mondamin, Come to warn you and instruct you, How by struggle and by labor You shall gain what you have prayed for. Rise up from your bed of branches, Rise, O youth, and wrestle with me!"
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

24. "And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail,the Right prevail,With peace on earth, good-will to men!"
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

25. "I divested myself of despairand fear when I came here.Now there is no more catchingone's own eye in the mirror,there are no bad books, no plastic,no insurance premiums, and of courseno illness. Contrition does not exist, nor gnashingof teeth. No one howls as the firstclod of earth hits the casket.The poor we no longer have with us. Our calm hearts strike only the hour,and God, as promised, provesto be mercy clothed in light."
Author: Jane Kenyon

26. "From the front Rdar announces, "Don't you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?""Whenever I eat a GoFast bar," Ben says, "I'm always like, 'So this is what blood tastes like to mosquitoes."
Author: John Green

27. "The dream thatwe are our fathers. I walked to the Brod,41without knowing why, and looked intomy reflection in the water. I couldn't lookaway. What was the image that pulled mein after it? What was it that I loved? Andthen I recognized it. So simple. In thewater I saw my father's face, and that facesaw the face of its father, and so on, and soon, reflecting backward to the beginningof time, to the face of God, in whoseimage we were created. We burned withlove for ourselves, all of us, starters ofthe fire we suffered—our love was the afflictionfor which only our love was thecure . . ."
Author: Jonathan Safran Foer

28. "There's a man who's been out sailingIn a decade full of dreamsAnd he takes her to a schoonerAnd he treats her like a queenBearing beads from CaliforniaWith their amber stones and greenHe has called her from the harborHe has kissed her with his freedomHe has heard her off to starboardIn the breaking and the breathingOf the water weedsWhile she was busy being free"
Author: Joni Mitchell

29. "She had powerover the most magnificentforces on Earth, but she stilldidn't feel like she had powerover the most important thingof all—her own heart."
Author: Josephine Angelini

30. "Since the lovely morningof that day, we were sweethearts."
Author: Juan Ramón Jiménez

31. "In the course of time, Michael Strogoff reached a high station in the Empire. But it is not the history of his success, but the history of his trials, which deserves to be related."
Author: Jules Verne

32. "Disquite SonnetI wish that I could find the words to tellYou were it hurts; nothing breaking my skinSlices whispering in my brain like hellLeaking suggestions of a morose grinCannot collect my thoughts long enough toShare them in an understandable waySo I lock my lips firmly and walk throughLife, searching for the perfect words to sayTrapped in my head, I seek to be let outGrasping connections with those who might knowWhat it feels like, alone in a crowd, doubtFilling my body with reasons to goFace to face, I might not find the right phraseBut I hope someone hears me anyway"
Author: Kathy Trithardt

33. "We'll play tomorrow. Besides, isn't it time for my cup of dinner?""I am not your blood gofer. Suck my dick, Vampirellie-suck it."(Ellie and Regin, Lothaire, IAD #12)"
Author: Kresley Cole

34. "I feel the flutteringof dragonflies—summer creaturesthat have no use for words."
Author: Larissa Nash

35. "You should gofrom place to placerecovering the poemsthat have been written for youto which you can affix your signature.Don't discuss these matterswith anyone.Retrieve. Retrieve.When the basket is fullsomeone will appearto whom you can present it."
Author: Leonard Cohen

36. "Sorry, I had to break the tension; it was making me uncomfortable. It reminded me a lot of someof my dates in high school. Just before the guy copped a feel.""Sorry," Kelsey said, her apology directed at Cole. "She doesn't interact with people very often. It's. . . like a puppy that gets locked in the laundry room all day.""Should I get her a treat?" he asked."Hey," Alexa said, her tone defensive. "Is the treat bacon?""Milk-Bone," he said."Then I'll pass and head to bed." She looped her arm through Kelsey's, and they turned, steppingoff the porch."
Author: Maisey Yates

37. "A Rough GuideBe polite at the reception desk.Not all the knives are in the museum.The waitresses know that a nice boyis formed in the same way as a deckchair.Pay for the beer and send flowers.Introduce yourself as Richard.Do not refer to what somebody didat a particular time in the past.Remember, every Friday we used to gofor a walk. I walked. You walked.Everything in the past is irregular.This steak is very good. Sit down.There is no wine, but there is ice cream.Eat slowly. I have many matches."
Author: Mark Haddon

38. "MiaowConsider me.I sit here like Tiberius,inscrutable and grand.I will let "I dare not"wait upon "I would"and bear the twanglingof your small guitarbecause you are my owland foster me with milk.Why wet my paw?Just keep me in a bagand no one knows the truth.I am familiar with witchesand stand a better chance in hell than youfor I can dance on hot bricks,leap your heightand land on all fours.I am the servant of the Living God.I worship in my way. Look into these slit green stonesand follow your reflected lights into the dark.Michel, Duc de Montaigne, knew.You don't play with me.I play with you."
Author: Mark Haddon

39. "The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinkingof sitting out on the sand to watchthe moon rise. Full tonight.So we goand the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think abouttime and space, makes me takemeasure of myself: one iotapondering heaven. Thus we sit,I thinking how grateful I am for the moon's perfect beauty and also, oh! How richit is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up intomy face. As though I werehis perfect moon."
Author: Mary Oliver

40. "Each day we live is a glass roomUntil we break it with the thrustingOf the spirit and pass throughThe splintered walls to the green pasturesWhere the birds and buds are breakingInto fabulous song and hueBy the still waters.- Each Day We Live is a Glass Room"
Author: Mervyn Peake

41. "Poor soul, you will never know anythingof real importance. You will not uncovereven one of life's secrets. Although all religionspromise paradise, take care to create your ownparadise here and now on earth."
Author: Omar Khayyam

42. "A hand held tightly, never to really let goFills up life around you, for the comforts within our soul"
Author: Patty Smith

43. "GERTRUDEGertrude Appleman, 1901-1976God is all-knowing, all-present, and almighty. --A Catechism of Christian DoctrineI wish that all the peoplewho peddle Godcould watch my mother die:could see the skin andgristle weighing onlyseventy-nine, every stubbornpound of flesh a smalldeath.I wish the people who peddle Godcould see her young,lovely in gardens andbeautiful in kitchens, and could watchthe hand of God slowlytwisting her knees and fingerstill they gnarled and knotted, settling infor thirty years of pain.I wish the people who peddle Godcould see the lightningof His cancer stabbingher, that small frametensing at every shock,her sweet contralto scratchy withthe Lord's infection: Philip,I want to die.I wish I had them gathered round,those preachers, popes, rabbis,imams, priests – everypious shill on God's payroll – and Iwould pull the sheets from my mother's brittle body,and they would fall on their knees at her bedsideto be forgiven all theirfaith."
Author: Philip Appleman

44. "I am not a believer in love at first sight. For love, in its truest form, is not the thingof starry-eyed or star-crossed lovers, it is far more organic, requiring nurturing and timeto fully bloom, and, as such, seen best not in its callow youth but in its wrinkled maturity.Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process shedsits fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion–one of loyaltyand divine friendship. Agape. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity,it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth andtime–while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off tofind the next real thing."
Author: Richard Paul Evans

45. "Sometimes God will take people outof our lives for a period of time.Sometimes we all need to adjust,appreciate, and reach an understandingof just how important this personwas to us. It's right at that momentwhen God brings them back in our heart."
Author: Ron Baratono

46. "The lingerie department is the only one that she can reach in her wheelchair. Nevertheless, she is fired the next day because of complaints that a woman who is so obviously not sexually attractive selling alluring nightgowns makes customers uncomfortable. Daunted by her dismissal, she seeks consolation in the arms of the young manager and soon finds herself pregnant. Upon learningof this news, he leaves her for anondisabled woman with a fullerbustline and better homemaking skills in his inaccessible kitchen."
Author: Rosemarie Garland Thomson

47. "No matter how fleeting Your smile is,Your smile is the very beginningOf your wisdom-light."
Author: Sri Chinmoy

48. "If we all were judged according to the consequencesOf all our words and deeds, beyond the intentionAnd beyond our limited understandingOf ourselves and others, we should all be condemned."
Author: T.S. Eliot

49. "The spirit, my love,is stronger than laughter,stronger than the hungry pantingof reckless lionsthat paw and shuffle underneath the canopy of bowed trees,stronger than the pace of a dying heart, that awaits to be pumped to life by episodes mothered by time,by hands of mankind,by slivers of hopehidden in the common mind."
Author: V.S. Atbay

50. "Through my history's despiteand ruin, I have cometo its remainder, and herehave made the beginningof a farm intended to becomemy art of being here.By it I would instructmy wants: they should belongto each other and to this place.Until my song comes hereto learn its words, my artis but the hope of song.(Part 2 from History is Clearing, p 174)"
Author: Wendell Berry

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