Dylan Marlais Thomas was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems “Do not go gentle into that good night” and “And death shall have no dominion”; the “play for voices” Under Milk Wood; and stories and radio broadcasts such as A Child’s Christmas in Wales and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. Profoundly inspirational Dylan Thomas quotes will get you through anything when the going gets tough and help you succeed in every aspect of life.
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Famous Dylan Thomas Quotes
When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes. Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. Dylan Thomas
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas
Don’t be too harsh to these poems until they’re typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction. Dylan Thomas
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas
Because their words had forked no lightning they, Do not go gentle into that good night. Dylan Thomas
Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me. Dylan Thomas
No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud. Dylan Thomas
When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes. Dylan Thomas
Poetry is not the most important thing in life. I’d much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets. Dylan Thomas
I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your heart. Dance tunes are always right I love you body and soul and I suppose body means that I want to touch you and be in bed with you, and i suppose soul means that i can hear you and see you and love you in every single, single thing in the whole world asleep or awake. Dylan Thomas
The ugly, lovely, at least to me, town is alive, exciting and real though war has made a hideous hole in it. Dylan Thomas
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 Thomas
I’m not a country man; I stand for, if anything the aspidistra, the provincial drive, the morning cafe, the evening pub. Dylan Thomas
I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. Dylan Thomas
I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words, and nothing else. Dylan Thomas
The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs. Dylan Thomas
Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me. Dylan Thomas
An alcoholic is someone you don’t like, who drinks as much as you do. Dylan Thomas
The function of posterity is to look after itself. Dylan Thomas
Why do men think you can pick love up and re light it like a candle? Women know when love is over. Dylan Thomas
An Anglo Welsh writer is neither one thing nor the other. He keeps going in a no man’s land between two cultures. Dylan Thomas
And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you. Dylan Thomas
1From August to May, For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris. Dylan Thomas
Poetry is not the most important thing in life. I’d much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets. Dylan Thomas
I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn’t do to upset one’s own vanity. Dylan Thomas
It snowed last year too I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea. Dylan Thomas
And here I am now, at the very moment of such an odious, though respectable, danger. Dylan Thomas
Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the sharing, at its highest level. A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas
I love you every second of every hour of every day night. Dylan Thomas
Our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t. Dylan Thomas
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great. Dylan Thomas
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose, my youth is bent by the same wintry fever. Dylan Thomas
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 Thomas
Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. Dylan Thomas
Though lovers be lost love shall not. Dylan Thomas
I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done for. Dylan Thomas
I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me. Dylan Thomas
What If I’d been a sailor? I think it might’ve ended well. Dylan Thomas
Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. Dylan Thomas
Reading one’s own poems aloud is letting the cat out of the bag. Dylan Thomas
Youth calls to age across the tired years What have you found, he cries, what have you sought? What have you found, age answers through his tears, What have you sought. Dylan Thomas
For various reasons he an Anglo Welsh writer is obliged to write in English. Dylan Thomas
And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim’s Aunt, Miss Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, Would you like anything to read? Dylan Thomas
He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest. Dylan Thomas
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters and rabbits wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat bobbing sea. Dylan Thomas
A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs. Dylan Thomas
I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Dylan Thomas
I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine. Dylan Thomas
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood, Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky. Dylan Thomas
And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why. Dylan Thomas
A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him. Dylan Thomas
We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood. Dylan Thomas
The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone. Dylan Thomas
This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed. Dylan Thomas
Go on thinking that you don’t need to be read and you’ll find that it may become quite true no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone. Dylan Thomas
Time held me green and dying, Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas
I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they’ve ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn’t know, because I won’t ever dare ask that question. Dylan Thomas
Do 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. Dylan Thomas
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Dylan Thomas
Youth calls to age across the tired years What have you found, he cries, what have you sought? What have you found, age answers through his tears, What have you sought?Dylan Thomas
My birthday began with the water Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name. Dylan Thomas
And, broken ghosts with glow worms in their heads, The things of light, File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. Dylan Thomas
These poems, with all their crudities, doubts and confusions, are written for the love of man and in Praise of God, and I’d be a damn fool if they weren’t. Dylan Thomas
Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box. Dylan Thomas
Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. Dylan Thomas
After the first death, there is no other. Dylan Thomas
This world is half the devil’s and my own, Daft with the drug that’s smoking in a girl And curling round the bud that forks her eye. Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea they lying long shall not die windily. Dylan Thomas
Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. Dylan Thomas
The majesty and burning of the child’s death. Dylan Thomas
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas
Hold my hand, he said, and then why are your putting the sheet over my face? Dylan Thomas
All the Christmases roll down toward the two tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice edged, fish freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. Dylan Thomas
Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true ‘Poem on His Birthday. Dylan Thomas
The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast. Dylan Thomas
I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept. Dylan Thomas
Tell him I write of worms and corruption, because I like worms and corruption. Tell him I believe in the fundamental wickedness and worthlessness of man, in the rot in life. Tell him I am all for cancers. And tell him, too, that I loathe poetry. I’d prefer to be an anatomist or the keeper of a morgue any day. Tell him I live exclusively on toenails and rumours. I sleep in a coffin too, and a wormy shroud is my summer suit. Dylan Thomas
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings, And all the deadly virtues plague my death. Dylan Thomas
Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories. Dylan Thomas
I shall not murder, The mankind of her going with a grave truth, Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath. Dylan Thomas
From where you are you can hear in Cockle Row in the spring, moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop keeper, dream of her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samson syrup gold maned, whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt bass’d and barnacle breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving hotwaterbottled body. Dylan Thomas
Shall I let in the stranger, Shall I welcome the sailor, Or stay till the day I die? Dylan Thomas
Teach me the love that is evergreen after the fall leaved Grave. Dylan Thomas
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight, Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas
The only surprising thing about miracles, however small, is that they sometimes happen. Dylan Thomas
And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb, How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm. Dylan Thomas
