Quotes
Quotes about Glory
The fire of glory is the torch of the mind.
Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.
For glory gives herself only to those who have always dreamed of her.
This is the artist, then, life's hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty's miser, glory's slave.
But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: That no flesh should glory in his presence.
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?
Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay away from the coronation.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine . . . . War is hell.
Ferryman ho! In the night so black Hark to the clank of iron; 'Tis heroes of the Yser, 'Tis sweethearts of glory, 'Tis lads who are unafraid! Ferryman ho!
These were honoured in their generations, and were the glory of the times.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'ything thet's done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
The noblest spirit is most strongly attracted by the love of glory.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return,--Get very drunk; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
And who in time knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
"Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory Array'd," the lilies cry, "in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers!"
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
