Quotes by Dylan Thomas
Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Were that enough, bone, blood, and sinew, The twisted brain, the fair-formed loin,...
Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knocked down that...
And all your deeds and words, Each truth, each lie, Die in unjudging love.
Do not go gentle into that good night. RAGE, RAGE against the dying of the light.
