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Born in 1874 / Died in 1925 / United States / English

Quotes by Amy Lowell

Moon! Moon! am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
It's not failure, but low aim is crime.
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
Let the key guns be mounted, make a brave show of waging war, and pry off the lid of Pandora's Box once more.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
Youth condemns; maturity condones.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.
Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
Take everything easy and quit dreaming and brooding and you will be well guarded from a thousand evils.
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
There are few things so futile, and few so amusing, As a peaceful and purposeless sort of perusing of old random jottings set down in a blank book you've unearthed from a drawer as you looked for your bank book.
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern.
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.