Quotes
Quotes about End
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
A monster frightful, formless, immense, with sight removed. [Lat., Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.]
Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. [It., Alta vendetta D'alto silenzio e figlia.]
Silence is a friend who will never betray.
He sees only night, and hears only silence. [Fr., Il ne voit que la nuit, n'entend que le silence.]
The ideal man is his own best friend and takes delight in privacy.
Great souls endure in silence.
Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave.
Nor custom, nor example, nor cast numbers Of such as do offend, make less the sin.
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense, And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.
Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
At every close she made, th' attending throng Replied, and bore the burden of the song: So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note, It seemed the music melted in the throat.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two months together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.
Your tittle-tattlers, and those who listen to slander, by my good will should all be hanged--the former by their tongues, the latter by the ears. [Lat., Homines qui gestant, quique auscultant crimina, Si meo arbitratu liceat, omnes pendeant, Gestores linguis, auditores auribus.]
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.
How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
Let a smile be your umbrella, and you'll end up with a face full of rain.
As I saw fair Chloris walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down, As Jove, descending from his tow'r To court her in a silver show'r. The wanton snow flew to her breast, As little birds into their nest; But o'ercome with whiteness there, For grief dissolv'd into a tear. Thence falling on her garment hem, To deck her, froze into a gem.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.
