Biography of Sara Stowell
For me; writing is both a cathartic diatribe and a therapeutic release.
As far as inspiration is concerned, I write from some of the physical pain that I have been suffering from, as well as what I have been through in the past. I try to incorporate a piece of myself into each and every piece, and if one knows me well enough personally then this will be noted, otherwise I try to have it so that the audience and/or the reader can draw a conclusion or two about the speaker, without knowing exactly what I am referring to.
Favorite Quotes Of Favorite People...
“Imagination is not a talent of some men but is the health of every man.”
“A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him, I may think aloud.”
“Men achieve a certain greatness unawares, when working to another aim.”
“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.”
“There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better or worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given him to till.”
“In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire.”
“A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.”(Character,1844)
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.”
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of flattering illusions.” (Nostromo)
“Every age is fed on illusions, lest man should renounce life early and the human race comes to an end.” (Victory)
“A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.”
“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, -but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.” (The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table)
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
“As a writer Gertrude had one fault more radical than all the rest: she did not know-or rather, did not believe-what it was like to be a human being. She was one, intermittently, but while she wasn't she did not remember what it had felt like to be one; and her worse self distrusted her better too thoroughly to give it much share, ever, in what she said or wrote.” (Pictures from an Institution)
“I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.”
(Letter to Fanny Brawne,1820)
“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”
“A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven”
(Paradise Lost. Book One. Line 253)
“Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither they nor their teacher know.”
“I have great faith in fools. My friends call it self-confidence.”
~Edgar Allan Poe
“Hypocrisy is the homage that vice pays to virtue.”
“Humility is often only a feigned submission of which we make use to render others submissive. It is an artifice of pride which abases in order to exalt itself.”
“There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.”
“We have all sufficient strength to endure the misfortunes of others.”
~François de la Rochefoucauld
“Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”
(Letters to a Young Poet)
~Rainer Maria Rilke
“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.”
“There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.”
“You see things and you say, 'Why? ' But I see things that never were; and I say, 'Why not? '
“When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.
~George Bernard Shaw, Irish playwright
“For God’s sake, give me the man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself.”
~Robert Louis Stevenson
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost.”
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.'
(The Window on the West)
Sara Stowell Poems
Castle Made Of Sand
Love can be a mighty force, Or a castle made of sand. It can bring us to our knees, Or give us the strength to stand.
A Teddy Bear Is Forever
There’s a spot in the garden of childhood, That children and adults can share; A place in the heart and memory, For one’s very own stuffed teddy bear.
A Happy Life
A happy life is something, For which each of us strives, To relish every moment, Is to really be alive.
Give Me A Home
Give me a home to call my own A humble home of wood or stone; A place where ripples laugh all day And songbirds sing and children play
On The Wings Of The Morning
On the wings of the morning Comes a beautiful sight When the radiant sunrise Bathes the earth with it's light.
A Little Bit Of Heaven
I wonder why it’s so hard For some of us to see, That a little bit of Heaven, Can come from you and me.
In The Land Of Childhood
In the magic land of childhood, Where all children fondly dwell, There’s a pocketful of daydreams, And a story sweet to tell,
A Soldier's Lament
In the course of war some people die. None who survive ever wonder why. It was our duty, and we were prepared.
Broken Heart Epitath
Take heed a tortured heart to heal Scarred and bruised like orange peel Worn, now empty cast aside Like so much flotsome on the tide
All That You'Ve Been Through
A life that bewilders me, a story that's just so tough Life has dealt you more than it's share, enough is enough Many could never face the life that you've had to live And still wake up each morning with yet so much to give
Friday's child is loving and giving, almost to a fault it seems for this child will give up everything so someone else can live their dreams
We are often left alone in the wreckage of the world. Just contenders to the throne with our righteous flags unfurled.
I live across the country Where the sun sets on the sea. We send love in our letters, And create a place where we both can be.
The Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
If you should ever wonder where the lost and lonely dwell. It's out beyond the Rising Sun, past Heartbreak Hotel.
Coming Out Of Warp
I'm here to speak a poem or few
To crystallize a thought or two
But just in case, before I do
Let's fix a small dilemma
There seems to be a gap in time
Left hanging unintended
When ever we reach a final rhyme
Of poetry suspended