Top 274 Quotes & Sayings by Carl Sandburg - Page 5

I am! I have come through! I belong!

The impact of television on our culture is just indescribable.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

The simple dignity of a child drinking a bowl of milk embodies the fascination of an ancient rite.

There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

There is no song to your singing.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs.

I been a wanderin' Early and late, New York City To the Golden Gate An' it looks like I'm never gonna cease my Wanderin'.

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.

Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.

The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.

If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.

The buffaloes are gone. And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Time is a great teacher, Who can live without hope?

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.