A Quote by Jack Gilbert

Everyone forgets Icarus also flew. — © Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets Icarus also flew.
Icarus flew too close to the sun, but at least he flew.
What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk.
Greek myths are heroic, noble and tragic; but the American Dream is heroic, comical, and uplifting. Americans are a people in whom overweening ambition is rewarded, not punished. The Wright Brothers did not have their wings melt when they flew too high. Perhaps their wings were more soundly built than those of Icarus.
There are three signs of senility. The first sign is that a man forgets his theorems. The second sign is that he forgets to zip up. The third sign is that he forgets to zip down.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
Everyone always says the middle child is the worst or whatever - what do they say? That everyone forgets about them? But that's not true. That's not true in my family.
High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed. She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant, Three geese in a flock one flew east one flew west one flew over the cuckoo's nest
A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.
Half-way through any big project, everyone forgets what they're doing.
He's like Super Librarian, y'know? Everyone forgets, Willow, that knowledge is the ultimate weapon.
I’ve never been certain whether the moral of the Icarus story should only be, as is generally accepted, ‘don’t try to fly too high,’ or whether it might also be thought of as ‘forget the wax and feathers, and do a better job on the wings.
It says more about America, what happened that day, than almost anything since. And yet, we tend to forget. None of us forgets on Memorial Day, none of us forgets on Flag Day, none of us forgets on Veterans Day. We should not forget on Bunker Hill Day.
A man who has been in danger, When he comes out of it forgets his fears, And sometimes he forgets his promises.
He that forgets his friend is ungrateful to him; but he that forgets his Saviour is unmerciful to himself.
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