Top 25 Quotes by Stevie Smith of 62 - Page 3

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With

These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more cheerful, it is more pleasant, Also it is a duty, we should smile as well as submitting To the purpose of One Above who is experimenting With various mixtures of human character which goes best, All is interesting for him it is exciting, but not for us. There I go again. Smile, smile, and get some work to do Then you will be practically unconscious without positively having to go.

Stevie Smith

Depressing, Character, Interesting

Stevie Smith, “Thoughts About The Person From Porlock”

There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.

Stevie Smith

Art, Hands, Use

Arthur C. Rankin, Stevie Smith (1985). “The poetry of Stevie Smith, "little girl lost"”, Barnes & Noble Imports

I am hungry to be interrupted For ever and ever amen O Person from Porlock come quickly And bring my thoughts to an end.

Stevie Smith

Thoughtful, Thinking, Hungry

Stevie Smith, James MacGibbon (1983). “Collected Poems”, p.386, New Directions Publishing

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

Stevie Smith

Wish, Cold, Muse

Stevie Smith (1988). “New Selected Poems of Stevie Smith”, p.95, New Directions Publishing

My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.

Stevie Smith

War, Heart, Swings

Stevie Smith, James MacGibbon (1983). “Collected Poems”, p.195, New Directions Publishing

Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you'll be able Very soon not even to cry pretty And so be delivered entirely from humanity This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.

Stevie Smith

Beauty, Humanity, Able

Stevie Smith, James MacGibbon (1983). “Collected Poems”, p.470, New Directions Publishing

I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.

Stevie Smith

Thinking, Auden

Oh Lion in a peculiar guise, Sharp Roman road to Paradise, Come eat me up, I'll pay thy toll With all my flesh, and keep my soul.

Stevie Smith

Soul, Peculiar, Tolls

Stevie Smith (2015). “Collected Poems and Drawings of Stevie Smith”, p.297, Faber & Faber

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Stevie Smith

Love Is, Hands, Bleeding

Stevie Smith, James MacGibbon (1983). “Collected Poems”, p.103, New Directions Publishing

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

Stevie Smith

Running, Hands, Long

Stevie Smith (1988). “New Selected Poems of Stevie Smith”, p.56, New Directions Publishing

all tamed animals are nervous, we have given them reason to be, not only by cruelty but by our love too, that presses upon them. They have not been able to be entirely indifferent to this and untouched by it.

Stevie Smith

Animal, Our Love, Able