Philip Larkin Quotes

Far too many relied on the classic formula of a beginning, a muddle, and an end.

That vast moth-eaten musical brocade Created to pretend we never die.

That sure extinction that we travel to And shall be lost in always. Not to be here, Not to be anywhere, And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

I should never call myself a book lover, any more than a people lover: it all depends what’s inside them.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.