14 quotes
"Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion."
- Dylan Thomas
Love
"He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest."
- Dylan Thomas
Balance
"Life always offers you a second chance. It's called tomorrow."
- Dylan Thomas
Hope
"“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”"
- Dylan Thomas
Relationships
"Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own."
- Dylan Thomas
Inspiration
"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
- Dylan Thomas
Motivation
"My birthday began with the water — birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name."
- Dylan Thomas
Reflection
"It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."
- Dylan Thomas
Family
"Life always offers you a second chance. It is called tomorrow."
- Dylan Thomas
New Beginnings
"A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him."
- Dylan Thomas
Contribution
"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night."
- Dylan Thomas
Bravery
"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day."
- Dylan Thomas
Bravery
"Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
- Dylan Thomas
Bravery
"The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast."
- Dylan Thomas
Nature