Leaves Of Grass Quotes

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.

These are the days that must happen to you.

In the faces of men and women, I see God.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

All truths wait in all things.

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

The English tourist in American literature wants above all things something different from what he has at home. For this reason the one American writer whom the English whole-heartedly admire is Walt Whitman. There, you will hear them say, is the real American undisguised. In the whole of English literature there is no figure which resembles his - among all our poetry none in the least comparable to Leaves of Grass

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

Strong and content I travel the open road.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

Suspension of disbelief and that whole question is part of the heart of the 'Leaves of Grass'movie.

O amazement of things-even the least particle!

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.