Quotes: Dead Poets Society (movie)


♦ Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Don’t be resigned to that. Break out!

♦ We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

© 1989 – Touchstone Pictures

♦ [Keating stands on his desk]
Keating: Why do I stand up here? Anybody?
Dalton: To feel taller!
Keating: No!
[Dings a bell with his foot]
Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

♦ John Keating: There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

♦ John Keating: Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.


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When Cupid Strikes

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Cupid approaches
with his perfectly sharpened arrow,
aiming straight at the invisible ‘bullseye’,
that which is your heart

Beating with a carefree rhythm, unaware
it has become the unsuspecting target,
of another’s affections and charms….

Cupid always strikes out of the blue
When the lonely least expect it
The afflicted thinking
‘It’s impossible to live without you’.

As soon as the arrow pierces
The world seems alive in dance
Brimming with beauty
the lovestruck have eyes new

Like those of a newborn child ~ waves of naivete bubbling over
Joyful bliss springs from the piercing
Love anew has a fighting chance
peeking out with hope immature

Cupid is pleased
He sets his sights on a new subject,
bow expertly flexed, arrow pulled taut.
Again love rides, on a wing and a prayer

But no worries ~ Cupid is self-assured
confident that he will hit his mark
After all…
He always…

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