Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.
The meek may inherit the earth, but they don't get in to Harvard.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
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.
Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
The experience on that movie (Dead Poets Society) was, for lack of a better term, life-altering. Peter Weir has a unique talent for making movies that are intelligent but also mainstream. I've never been terribly successful at doing that.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.
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.
I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.
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?
I feel able to steal from Emily Dickinson because she's both wonderful and dead.
The first time I ever cried in a movie was in Dead Poet's Society.
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
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.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
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 am that merry wanderer of the night.
The first movie that made me cry was 'Dead Poets Society.' That one gets me. 'O Captain! My Captain!' That moment kills me.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.
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're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you
