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Philip Larkin Quotes

Philip Larkin quotes

English Poet August 9, 1922 – December 2, 1985

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Philip Larkin quote: "One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know..."
One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it."
Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "...the breath that sharpens life is life itself..."
...the breath that sharpens life is life itself... Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles."
SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles. Philip Larkin
When getting my nose in a book. Cured most things short of school, It was worth ruining my eyes. To know I could still keep cool, And deal out the old right hook. To dirty dogs twice my size. Later, with inch-thick specs, Evil was just my lark: Me and my coat and fangs. Had ripping times in the dark. The women I clubbed with sex! I broke them up like meringues. Don't read much now: the dude. Who lets the girl down before. The hero arrives, the chap. Who's yellow and keeps the store. Seem far... Philip Larkin
Heads in the Women's Ward. On pillow after pillow lies. The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched. With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently. To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled. At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come. Death's terror and delirium. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "If I looked into your face / expecting a word or a laugh on..."
If I looked into your face / expecting a word or a laugh on the old conditions, / it would not be a friend who met my eye Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how..."
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really. Philip Larkin
It's funny: one starts off thinking one is shrinkingly sensitive & intelligent & always one down & all the rest of it: then at thirty one finds one is a great clumping brute, incapable of appreciating anything finer than a kiss or a kick, roaring our one's hypocrisies at the top of one's voice, thick skinned as a rhino. At least I do. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the..."
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me."
I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent..."
Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three. Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain edges will grow light. Till then I see what's really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin quote: "In times when nothing stood / but worsened, or grew strange /..."
In times when nothing stood / but worsened, or grew strange / there was one constant good: / she did not change. Philip Larkin
Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance. Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach. Philip Larkin

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