Allen Ginsberg Quotes

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world.

The weight of the world is love.

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is an eternity!

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

The typewritten words bang onto the paper.

First thought, best thought.

God is a human invention.

What is our innocence, what is our guilt?

I don’t think there is such a thing as an intelligent drug.

Allen Ginsberg Quotes part 2

I’m with Ginsberg and Dylan and everyone else interested in the secrets of the breed.

Let go of the mind and ease on out.

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think.

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

I don’t think there is such a thing as an intelligent drug.

The typewritten words bang onto the paper.

Art is the supreme game of the senses.

What is art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.

Poetry is the outlet to the soul.

The soul’s poetry transcends space and time.

Real poetry doesn’t need words.

Breathe in poetry, exhale dreams.

Poetry is the language of the heart, the melody of the soul.

Through poetry, we connect not only with each other, but with the divine.

Poetry is like a mirror reflecting the beauty of life.

In the realm of poetry, words become colors and dreams come alive.

The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to capture the ineffable.

Through poetry, we can touch the intangible and see the unseen.

Poetry is the key that unlocks the door to our innermost desires.

A poet’s pen is a magic wand that transforms the mundane into the extraordinary.

Poetry is the language of the soul, speaking in rhythm and rhyme.

In the realm of poetry, emotions flow like the rivers of the heart.

The poet’s words are like paint on a canvas, creating vibrant images in the mind’s eye.

In the world of poetry, dreams and reality intertwine, creating a tapestry of the soul.

Through poetry, we can explore the depths of our being and the heights of our imagination.

The poet’s heart is a well of emotions, pouring out onto the page.

In the realm of poetry, the ordinary becomes extraordinary.

Poetry is the song of the soul, expressing the inexpressible.

Through poetry, we can find solace in the chaos of life.

Poetry is the language of the heart, the melody of the soul.

The poet’s pen is a compass, guiding us through the labyrinth of life.

Poetry is the bridge that connects the mundane with the divine.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world.

The weight of the world is love.

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is an eternity!

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

The typewritten words bang onto the paper.

First thought, best thought.

God is a human invention.

What is our innocence, what is our guilt?

I don’t think there is such a thing as an intelligent drug.

I’m with Ginsberg and Dylan and everyone else interested in the secrets of the breed.

Let go of the mind and ease on out.

The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think.

Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.

To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.

I don’t think there is such a thing as an intelligent drug.

The typewritten words bang onto the paper.

Art is the supreme game of the senses.

What is art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.

Poetry is the outlet to the soul.

The soul’s poetry transcends space and time.

Real poetry doesn’t need words.

Breathe in poetry, exhale dreams.

Poetry is the language of the heart, the melody of the soul.

Through poetry, we connect not only with each other, but with the divine.

Poetry is like a mirror reflecting the beauty of life.

In the realm of poetry, words become colors and dreams come alive.

The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to capture the ineffable.

Through poetry, we can touch the intangible and see the unseen.

Poetry is the key that unlocks the door to our innermost desires.

A poet’s pen is a magic wand that transforms the mundane into the extraordinary.

Poetry is the language of the soul, speaking in rhythm and rhyme.

In the realm of poetry, emotions flow like the rivers of the heart.

The poet’s words are like paint on a canvas, creating vibrant images in the mind’s eye.

In the world of poetry, dreams and reality intertwine, creating a tapestry of the soul.

Through poetry, we can explore the depths of our being and the heights of our imagination.

The poet’s heart is a well of emotions, pouring out onto the page.

In the realm of poetry, the ordinary becomes extraordinary.

Poetry is the song of the soul, expressing the inexpressible.

Through poetry, we can find solace in the chaos of life.

Poetry is the language of the heart, the melody of the soul.

The poet’s pen is a compass, guiding us through the labyrinth of life.

Poetry is the bridge that connects the mundane with the divine.