Walt Whitman Quotes

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Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-have-learned-that-to-be-with-those-i-like-is-enough
we-convince-by-our-presence
be-curious-not-judgmental
the-art-of-art-the-glory-of-expression-and-the-sunshine-of-the-light-of-letters-is-simplicity
i-am-as-bad-as-the-worst-but-thank-god-i-am-as-good-as-the-best
now-i-see-the-secret-of-making-the-best-person-it-is-to-grow-in-the-open-air-and-to-eat-and-sleep-with-the-earth
let-your-soul-stand-cool-and-composed-before-a-million-universes
the-future-is-no-more-uncertain-than-the-present
i-see-great-things-in-baseball-its-our-game-the-american-game
give-me-odorous-at-sunrise-a-garden-of-beautiful-flowers-where-i-can-walk-undisturbed
a-morningglory-at-my-window-satisfies-me-more-than-the-metaphysics-of-books
i-believe-a-leaf-of-grass-is-no-less-than-the-journeywork-of-the-stars
i-cannot-be-awake-for-nothing-looks-to-me-as-it-did-before-or-else-i-am-awake-for-the-first-time-and-all-before-has-been-a-mean-sleep
do-you-know-that-old-age-may-come-after-you-with-equal-grace-force-fascination
i-shall-use-america-and-democracy-as-convertible-terms
camerado-i-give-you-my-hand-i-give-you-my-love-more-precious-than-money-i-give-you-myself-before-preaching-or-law-will-you-give-me-yourself
i-dote-on-myself-there-is-that-lot-of-me-and-all-so-luscious
get-a-good-idea-and-stay-with-it-dog-it-and-work-at-it-until-its-done-right
the-poet-judges-not-as-a-judge-judges-but-as-the-sun-falling-around-a-helpless-thing
when-i-give-i-give-myself
simplicity-is-the-glory-of-expression
i-celebrate-myself-and-sing-myself
seeing-hearing-and-feeling-are-miracles-and-each-part-and-tag-of-me-is-a-miracle
to-me-every-hour-of-the-light-and-dark-is-a-miracle-every-cubic-inch-of-space-is-a-miracle
i-am-for-those-who-believe-in-loose-delights-i-share-the-midnight-orgies-of-young-men-i-dance-with-the-dancers-and-drink-with-the-drinkers
in-the-faces-of-men-and-women-i-see-god
character-and-personal-force-are-the-only-investments-worth-anything
behold-i-do-not-give-lectures-or-a-little-charity-when-i-give-i-give-myself
if-anything-is-sacred-the-human-body-is-sacred
democracy-is-a-government-where-you-can-say-what-you-think-even-if-you-dont-think
happiness-not-in-another-place-but-this-place-not-for-another-hour-but-this-hour
the-whole-theory-of-the-universe-is-directed-unerringly-to-one-single-individual
if-you-done-it-it-aint-bragging
comrade-i-give-you-my-hand-i-give-you-my-love-more-precious-than-money-i-give-you-myself-before-preaching-or-law-will-you-give-me-yourself
some-people-are-much-sunshine-to-square-inch
logic-sermons-never-convince-the-damp-night-drives-deeper-into-my-soul-walt-whitman
we-also-ascend-dazzling-tremendous-as-sun-we-found-our-own-o-my-soul-in-calm-cool-daybreak-walt-whitman
americans-should-know-universe-itself-as-road-as-many-roads-as-roads-for-traveling-souls-walt-whitman
i-see-behind-each-mask-that-wonder-kindred-soul-walt-whitman
i-permit-to-speak-at-every-hazard-nature-without-check-with-original-energy-walt-whitman
surely-whoever-speaks-to-me-in-right-voice-him-her-shall-i-follow-walt-whitman
long-long-has-grass-been-growing-long-long-has-rain-been-falling-long-has-globe-been-rolling-round-walt-whitman
whoever-degrades-another-degrades-me-and-whatever-is-done-said-returns-at-last-to-me-walt-whitman
by-writing-at-instant-heartbeat-life-is-caught-walt-whitman
the-president-eats-dirt-excrement-for-his-daily-meals-likes-it-tries-to-force-it-on-the-states-walt-whitman
reexamine-all-that-you-have-been-told-dismiss-that-which-insults-your-soul-walt-whitman
dismiss-whatever-insults-your-soul-walt-whitman
i-loafe-invite-my-soul-walt-whitman
what-do-you-suppose-will-satisfy-soul-except-to-walk-free-own-no-superior-walt-whitman
be-not-ashamed-women-you-are-gates-body-you-are-gates-soul-walt-whitman
a-writer-can-do-nothing-for-men-more-necessary-satisfying-than-just-simply-to-reveal-to-them-infinite-possibility-their-own-souls-walt-whitman
clear-sweet-is-my-soul-clear-sweet-is-all-that-is-not-my-soul-walt-whitman
only-themselves-understand-themselves-like-themselves-as-souls-only-understand-souls-walt-whitman
argue-not-concerning-god-reexamine-all-that-you-have-been-told-at-church-school-in-any-book-dismiss-whatever-insults-your-soul-walt-whitman
i-hear-behold-god-in-every-object-yet-understand-god-not-in-least-nor-do-i-understand-who-there-can-be-more-wonderful-than-myself-walt-whitman
(I know, it's a poem but oh well). Why! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk by day with any one I love-or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love, Or sit at table at dinner with my mother, Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon, Or animals feeding in the fields, Or birds-or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down-or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring; Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best- mechanics, boatmen, farmers, Or among the savans-or to the soiree-or to the opera, Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery, Or behold children at their sports, Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman, Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial, Or my own eyes and figure in the glass; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, The whole referring-yet each distinct, and in its place. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same; Every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles. To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim-the rocks-the motion of the waves-the ships, with men in them, What stranger miracles are there?

Walt Whitman
i-know-its-poem-but-oh-well-why-who-makes-much-miracle-as-to-me-i-know-nothing-else-but-miracles-whether-i-walk-streets-manhattan-or-dart-my-sight-over-roofs-houses-toward-sky-or
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copulation-is-no-more-foul-to-me-than-death-is-walt-whitman
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass, It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men, It may be if I had known them I would have loved them, It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps, And here you are the mothers' laps. This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old men, Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing... What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, 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, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Walt Whitman
a-child-said-what-is-grass-fetching-it-to-me-with-full-hands-how-could-i-answer-child-i-do-not-know-what-it-is-any-more-than-he-i-guess-it-must-be-flag-my-disposition-out-hopeful
keep-your-face-always-toward-sunshine-shadows-will-fall-behind-you-walt-whitman
the-untold-want-by-life-land-neer-granted-now-voyager-sail-thou-forth-to-seek-find-walt-whitman
i-act-as-tongue-you-tied-in-your-mouth-in-mine-it-begins-to-be-loosened-walt-whitman
the-dirtiest-book-all-is-expurgated-book-walt-whitman