Earle Birney quotes

  • Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.
    -- Earle Birney

    #Time #Bears #Cold

  • The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.
    -- Earle Birney

    #Voice #Poetry #Essentials

  • The history of the development of contemporary writing in Vancouver from 1946 to 1960 is pretty largely a one-man show, and that man was me.
    -- Earle Birney

    #Writing #Men #Vancouver

  • It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of men.
    -- Earle Birney

    #Reality #Men #Dancing

  • Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp personal "truths" still emerging into perception. To grasp and to shape them.
    -- Earle Birney

    #Art #Thinking #Perception

  • Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.

  • You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.

  • On the whole, my impression is that mercy bears richer fruits than any other attribute.

  • Without hope of reward Provide help to others. Bear suffering alone, And share your pleasures with beggars.

  • I'm drawn to characters who bear similarities to the protagonists in myths and legends. (...)

  • Even bear-baiting was esteemed heathenish and unchristian: the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.

  • Without Knowledge, Skill cannot be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without Strength, Knowledge may not be applied.

  • I'm not going to hurt her. I know she's special and I tried to stay away, but when I'm with I don't feel so cold and alone.

  • But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.

  • Nowhere on the planet, nowhere in history, was there a regime more vicious, more bloodthirsty, and at the same time more cunning than the Bolshevik, the self-styled Soviet regime.