Quotes
Quotes about End
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Remember Milo's end,
Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.
And choose an author as you choose a friend.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.
It is a very good world to live in,
To lend, or to spend, or to give in;
But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,
It is the very worst world that ever was known.
The end must justify the means.
I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden's end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
'T is an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery's the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
Big-endians and small-endians.
The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
I 've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes.
Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they 're ended.
Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous.
I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their price."
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,--
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
That life is long which answers life's great end.
