Elizabeth Bishop Quotes

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

What childishness is it that while there’s breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way round?

Come like a light in the white mackerel sky, come like a daytime comet with a long unnebulous train of words, from Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying.

All the untidy activity continues, awful but cheerful.