Best 21 quotes in «dead poets society quotes» category

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.

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?

When you read, don't consider only what the author thinks, but take time to consider what you think.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

If I were a teacher, I would like to teach freshman English - so I could be the Robin Williams type in Dead Poets Society. I wanna be that guy. I couldn't teach seniors because they'd be smarter than me.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

Law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

The meek may inherit the earth, but they don't get in to Harvard.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

Let me dispel a few rumors so they don't fester into facts.

What I might do is watch Mrs Doubtfire. Or Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting and I might be nice to people, mindful today how fragile we all are, how delicate we are, even when fizzing with divine madness that seems like it will never expire.

Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? And that's your worse fear.

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you

Truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold screenwriter of Dead Poets' Society.