Quotes by Dylan Thomas

“Time held me green and dyingThough I sang in my chains like the sea.”

“On No Work of WordsOn no work of words now for three lean months in the bloodyBelly of the rich year and the big purse of my bodyI bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all,...”

“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.”

“Man be my metaphor’,”

“Come on up, boys-I'm dead.”

“My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time with my eyes hanging out.”

“Somebody's boring me I think it's me.”

“The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wint...”

“Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where...”

“Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears.”

“Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotmen...”

“The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death.”

“When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye, Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac, Love in the frost is pared...”

“They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no...”

“After the first death, there is no other.”

“And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's Forgotten mornings when he walked with his motherThrough the parables Of sunlight And the legends of the green chapels.”

“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

“One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now, out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can ...”

“It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black,...”

“Not for the proud man apartFrom the raging moon I writeOn these spindrift pagesNor for the towering deadWith their nightingales and psalms”