Quotation Explorer - 'William Carlos Williams'

The pure products of Americago crazy......[] No one to witnessand adjust, no one to drive the car - William Carlos Williams
Time is a storm in which we are all lost. - William Carlos Williams
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents. - William Carlos Williams
What power has love but forgiveness?In other wordsby its interventionwhat has been donecan be undone.What good is it otherwise? - William Carlos Williams
Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them. - William Carlos Williams
For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities. - William Carlos Williams
The business of love is cruelty which,by our wills, we transform to live together. - William Carlos Williams
This is Just to Say I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold - William Carlos Williams
The perfect man of action, is the suicide. - William Carlos Williams
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it. - William Carlos Williams
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts. - William Carlos Williams
By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency. - William Carlos Williams
Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell. - William Carlos Williams
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. - William Carlos Williams
I have had my dream—like others—And it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslyWith feet planted on the ground,And look up at the sky—Feeling my clothes about me,The weight of my body in my shoes,The rim of my hat, air passing in and outAt my nose—and decide to dream no more. - William Carlos Williams
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem. - William Carlos Williams
In summer, the song sings itself. - William Carlos Williams
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