Famous Quotes by Philip Larkin

  • Curses? The dark? Struggling? Where’s the source
    Of these yarns now (except in nightmares,... More
  • At once whatever happened starts receding.
    Panting, and back on board, we line the... More
  • Only an attitude remains:
    Time has transfigured them into
    Untruth. The stone... More
  • They would not guess how early in
    Their supine stationary voyage
    The air would change to... More
  • Rigidly they
    Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
    Of time. Snow fell, undated. More
  • Side by side, their faces blurred,
    The earl and countess lie in stone.... More
  • Rain patters on a sea that tilts and sighs.
    Fast-running floors, collapsing into... More
  • Such attics cleared of me! Such absences! More
  • And girls you have to tell to pull their socks up
    Are those whose pants you’d most like to... More
  • All the familiar horrors we
    Associate with others
    Are coming fast along our way:
    The... More
  • Around, the night drops swiftly down
    Its veils; does not condemn
    Or praise the different... More
  • Though living is a dreadful thing
    And a dreadful thing is it
    Life the niggard will not... More
  • The trees stand in the setting sun,
    I in their freckled shade
    Regard the cavalcade of... More
  • A good meal can somewhat repair
    The eatings of slight love.... More
  • Young mothers assemble
    At swing and sandpit
    Setting free their children. More
  • Their beauty has thickened.
    Something is pushing them
    To the side of their own lives. More
  • I needs must turn
    To know what prints I leave, whether of feet,
    Or spoor of pads, or a... More
  • My age fallen away like white swaddling
    Floats in the middle distance, becomes
    An... More
  • Gull, grass and girl
    In air, earth and bed
    Join the long whirl
    Of all the... More
  • All catches alight
    At the spread of spring:
    Birds crazed with flight
    Branches that... More
  • Let the wheel spin out,
    Till all created things
    With shout and answering shout
    Cast... More
  • Closed like confessionals, they thread
    Loud noons of cities, giving back
    None of the... More
  • The unique random blend
    Of families and fashions, there
    At last begin to loosen. More
  • An April Sunday brings the snow
    Making the blossom on the plum trees green,
    Not white. An... More
  • Behind the glass, under the cellophane,
    Remains your final summer sweet
    And meaningless,... More
  • All men hesitate
    Separately, always, seeing another year gone
    Frockcoated gentleman,... More
  • Leaves chase warm buses, speckle statued air,
    Pile up in corners, fetch out vague broomed... More
  • Apart, we think we wish ourselves together,
    Yet sue for solitude upon our meetings.... More
  • For in the word death
    There is nothing to grasp; nothing to catch or claim;
    Nothing to... More
  • And the waves sing because they are moving.
    And the waves sing above a cemetery of waters. More
  • Sexual intercourse began
    In nineteen sixty-three
    (Which was rather late for... More
  • Uneasy shifting resumes
    As sterilisers steam
    And the routine begins again
    Of putting... More
  • For this ignorance of me
    Seems a kind of innocence.
    Fast enough I shall wound it.... More
  • Morning, a glass door, flashes
    Gold names off the new city,
    Whose white shelves and domes... More
  • Or if, this night, happiness too is going. More
  • And we, barely recalled from sleep there, sense
    Arrivals lowing in a doleful... More
  • Calling the traveller now, the outward bound:
    O not for long, they cry, O not for long.... More
  • Parting is a trailing streamer,
    Lingering like leaves in autumn.... More
  • As a war in years of peace
    Or in war an armistice
    Or a father’s death, just so
    Our... More
  • ... less and less of luck, and more and more
    Of failure spreading back up the arm
    Earlier... More
  • A slight relax of air where cold was
    And water trickles ... More
  • A slight relax of air. All is not dead. More
  • Shielded, what sorts of life are stirring yet:
    Legs lagged like drains, slippers soft as... More
  • Coral is set budding under seas,
    Though none, O none sees what patterns it is making? More
  • Planted deeper than roots,
    This chiselled, flung-up faith
    Runs and leaps against the... More
  • Yet the wound, O see the wound
    This petrified heart has taken,
    Because, created... More
  • Don’t read much now: the dude
    Who lets the girl down before
    The hero arrives, the... More
  • Almanacked, their names live; they
    Have slipped their names, and stand at ease,
    Or gallop... More
  • Do memories plague their ears like flies?
    They shake their heads. More
  • Death quarrels, and shakes the tree,
    And fears are flowers, and flowers are... More
  • It was a green world,
    Unchanging holly with the curled
    Points, cypress and... More
  • Ends in themselves, my letters plot no change;
    They carry nothing dutiable; they... More
  • At thirty-one, when some are rich
    And others dead,
    I, being neither, have a job instead.... More
  • Another evening wasted! I begin
    Writing the envelope, and a bitter smoke
    Of... More
  • I know, none better,
    The eyelessness of days without a letter.... More
  • Courage is no good:
    It means not scaring others. Being brave
    Lets no one off the... More
  • Work has to be done.
    Postmen like doctors go from house to house. More
  • This is what we fear—no sight, no sound,
    No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think... More
  • That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
    Created to pretend we never die ... More
  • I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
    Waking at four to soundless dark, I... More
  • Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
    In locked-up offices, and all the... More
  • Delay, well, travellers must expect
    Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. More
  • Ought we to smile,
    Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats
    You’re best alone.... More
  • I feel staled,
    Stupefied, by inaction and, as light
    Begins to ebb outside, by fear; I... More
  • O rain, o frost, so much has still to be cleared:
    All this ripeness, all this reproachful... More
  • The air deals blows: surely too hard, too often?
    No: it is bent on bringing summer... More
  • And the case of butterflies so rich it looks
    As if all summer settled there and died. More
  • We shall achingcold be here
    Not singing.
    Outside, the frost will bite, thaw, then... More
  • Autumn has caught us in our summer wear.... More
  • It was a gift that he possessed alone:
    To look the world directly in the face;
    The face... More
  • “Interesting, but futile,” said his diary,
    Where day by day his movements were... More
  • Our virtues are all social; if,
    Deprived of solitude, you chafe,
    It’s clear you’re... More
  • Uncontradicting solitude
    Supports me on its giant palm;
    And like a sea-anemone
    or... More
  • Tightly-folded bud,
    I have wished you something
    None of the others would.... More
  • In fact, may you be dull
    If that is what a skilled,
    Vigilant, flexible,
    Unemphasised,... More
  • May you be ordinary;
    Have, like other women,
    An average of talents.... More
  • Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit,
    Whatever they are.... More
  • Such uncorrected visions end in church
    Or registrar:
    A mortgaged semi- with a silver... More
  • Isolate city spread alongside water,
    Posted with white towers, she keeps her... More
  • ... this single span,
    Reaching for the world, as our lives do,
    As all lives do, reaching... More
  • Giant whispering and coughing from
    Vast Sunday-full and organ-frowned-on spaces
    Precede a... More
  • Cascades of monumental slithering ... More
  • A serious house on serious earth it is,
    In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
    Are... More
  • But superstition, like belief, must die,
    And what remains when disbelief has gone?
    Grass,... More
  • wondering, too,
    When churches fall completely out of use
    What we shall turn them into, if... More
  • Submission is the only good;
    Let me become an instrument sharply stringed
    For all things... More
  • The walking of girls’ vulnerable feet,
    The heart in its own endless silence kneeling. More
  • Come then to prayers
    And kneel upon the stone,
    For we have tried
    All courages on... More
  • Down
    The long shadows where undriven the dawn
    Hunts light into nobility, arouse us noble. More
  • Only our hearts go beating towards the east. More
  • ... the darkness,
    Inviting to this house
    Air from a field, air from a salt grave ... More
  • And I, whose childhood
    Is a forgotten boredom,
    Feel like a child
    Who comes on a... More
  • The full moon travelling through her shepherdless fields. More
  • Coming at last to night’s most thankful springs,
    I meet a runner’s image.... More
  • Unhindered in the dingy wards
    Lives flicker out, one here, one there.... More
  • Better that endless notes beseech
    As many nights, as many dawns,
    If finally God grants... More
  • A bunch of horsemen curtly asked his name,
    Their leader in a different dialect stated
    A... More
  • Continuing to live that is, repeat
    A habit formed to get necessaries
    Is nearly always... More
  • This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise ... More
  • Thinking in terms of one
    Is easily done.... More

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