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Philip Larkin Quotes

Philip Larkin quotes about thoughts

English Poet August 9, 1922 – December 2, 1985

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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
I'm terrified of the thought of time passing (or whatever is meant by that phrase) whether I 'do' anything or not. In a way I may believe, deep down, that doing nothing acts as a brake on 'time's - it doesn't of course. It merely adds the torment of having done nothing, when the time comes when it really doesn't matter if you've done anything or not. Philip Larkin
Earth never grieves, I thought, walking across the park, watching seagulls cruising greedily above the ground looking for heaven knows what. Don't you think it's a good line? A very good line Philip Larkin
I really am going to meet Forster: I thought I shouldn't, but apparently the old boy E.M.F. is saying with remembered my name & I am bid to John Hewitt's at 8 tomorrow. Shall I ask him if he's a homo? It's the only thing I really want to know about him, you see. I don't even care why he packed up writing. Philip Larkin
And immediately. Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows. Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless. Philip Larkin
So many things I had thought forgotten. Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone. Who left the house so many years ago. Philip Larkin

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