It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea

Quote by Dylan Thomas

Topics: Brotherhood Quotes, Brotherly Quotes

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down...

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down...

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

It is not their love for men but the impotence of their love for men...

It is not their love for men but the impotence of their love for men...

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it...

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it...

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with...

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with...

Wales is the land of my fathers. And my fathers can have it.

Wales is the land of my fathers. And my fathers can have it.

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is...

I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is...

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of...

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of...

Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'

Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that...

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that...

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, TIme held...

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, TIme held...

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends...

Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends...

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.