I don’t know how to speak what I’m feeling. I don’t know what I’m fucking feeling. All I know is that there’s an empty space. There’s a hole in my chest. I can smile and I can laugh. But when there’s a silence, and there’s nothing to distract me, the sadness will seep back inn. And the loneliness will take me over once again.
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
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.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)