Ted Hughes Quotes

• The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.

  Ted Hughes

  Hurt, Regret, Fear

  Ted Hughes (2011). “Letters of Ted Hughes”, p.514, Faber & Faber

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• What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

  Ted Hughes

  Escritura, Realidad, Intento

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• You are who you choose to be.

  Ted Hughes

  Inspiring, One Day At A Time, You Choose

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• ...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.

  Ted Hughes

  Writing, Thinking, Smell

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• Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

  Ted Hughes

  Healing, Doe, Etcetera

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• And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.

  Ted Hughes

  Real, Rivers, People

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• The sea cries with its meaningless voice,
  Treating alike its dead and its living

  Ted Hughes

  Sea, Voice, Cry

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• The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

  Ted Hughes

  Dreamer, Moments, That Moment

  Ted Hughes (2009). “Birthday Letters”, p.146, Faber & Faber

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• I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.

  Ted Hughes

  Stars, Names, Tree

  Ted Hughes (2011). “Letters of Ted Hughes”, p.6, Faber & Faber

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• That's the paradox: the only time most people feel alive is when they're suffering, when something overwhelms their ordinary, careful armour, and the naked child is flung out onto the world. That's why the things that are worst to undergo are best to remember. But when that child gets buried away under their adaptive and protective shells—he becomes one of the walking dead, a monster.

  Ted Hughes

  Children, People, Walking Dead

  Ted Hughes, Christopher Reid (2008). “Letters of Ted Hughes”, Farrar Straus & Giroux

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• The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

  Ted Hughes

  Real, Needs, Strange

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• What happens in the heart simply happens.

  Ted Hughes

  Heart, Happens

  Ted Hughes (2009). “Birthday Letters”, p.67, Faber & Faber

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• No hay mejor manera de conocernos que como dos lobos, llegados por separado a un bosque.

  Ted Hughes

  Love, Two, Woods

  Ted Hughes (2009). “The Hawk in the Rain”, p.21, Faber & Faber

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• The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.

  Ted Hughes

  Poetry, Police, Progress

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• Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.

  Ted Hughes

  Opportunity, Self, Fishing

  "Poet, pike and a pitiful grouse". Interview with Thomas Pero, www.theguardian.com. January 7, 1999.

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• The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

  Ted Hughes

  Darkness, Doe, Cold

  1960 'Relic'.

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• The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

  Ted Hughes

  Dust, Hands, Wind

  Ted Hughes (2009). “The Hawk in the Rain”, p.15, Faber & Faber

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• Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

  Ted Hughes

  Dawn, Shows

  Ted Hughes (2011). “Letters of Ted Hughes”, p.96, Faber & Faber

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• Where white is black and black is white, I won.

  Ted Hughes

  White, Black

  Ted Hughes, “Crow's Fall”

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• The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the poet tries to reconcile that pain with the world.

  Ted Hughes

  Pain, Voice, Trying

  Ted Hughes, Christopher Reid (2008). “Letters of Ted Hughes”, Farrar Straus & Giroux

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• where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

  Ted Hughes

  Running, Hate, Holes

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• Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

  Ted Hughes

  Addresses, Parcel

  Ted Hughes (1998). “Birthday letters”, Wheeler Pub Inc

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• One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish?

  Ted Hughes

  Spring, Ideas, Giving

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• The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.

  Ted Hughes

  Voice, World, Woods

  1967 'Stealing Trout on a May Morning'.

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• What happened casually remains -

  Ted Hughes

  Remains, Happened

  Ted Hughes (2009). “Birthday Letters”, p.69, Faber & Faber

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