Allen Ginsberg Quotes

None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

It's never to late to do nothing at all.

I believe that we are put here in human form to decipher the hieroglyphs of love and suffering. And, there is no degree of love or intensity of feeling that does not bring with it the possibility of a crippling hurt. But, it is a duty to take that risk and love without reserve or defense.

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

You are what you think about all day.

Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

The suffering itself is not so bad; it's the resentment against suffering that is the real pain.

I know too much and not enough

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred.

First thought, best thought.

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does. By poetry I mean the imagining of what has been lost and what can be found - the imagining of who we are and the slow realization of it.

Sanity - a trick of agreement

We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.

we're all golden sunflowers inside.

The poignancy of a photograph comes from looking back to a fleeting moment in a floating world. The transitoriness is what creates the sense of the sacred