Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
Carl Sandburg
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
Biographer
Historian
Journalist
Musicologist
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
Trade Unionist
Writer
Galesburg
Illinois
Carl August Sandburg
Introspection
Contemplation
Going
More quotes by Carl Sandburg
The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it?' 'Did you hear it? What was it?'
Carl Sandburg
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
Carl Sandburg
A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.
Carl Sandburg
Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
Carl Sandburg
I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.
Carl Sandburg
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.
Carl Sandburg
If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
Carl Sandburg
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.
Carl Sandburg
The impact of television on our culture is just indescribable.
Carl Sandburg
I am! I have come through! I belong!
Carl Sandburg
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.
Carl Sandburg
Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.
Carl Sandburg
The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Carl Sandburg
Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines of a doorknob with thumb-prints of dust, blood, dreams.
Carl Sandburg
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
Carl Sandburg