One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
Dylan ThomasMots clés first-sentence
An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do.
Dylan ThomasMots clés humor definitions alcoholic substance-abuse
Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.
Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Mots clés inspirational poetry philosophy death-and-dying
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.
Dylan ThomasI think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
Dylan ThomasI've had eighteen straight whiskies, I think that's the record . . .
Dylan ThomasThough wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
An ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
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