Walter De La Mare Quotes
Top 40 wise famous quotes and sayings by Walter De La Mare
Walter De La Mare Famous Quotes & Sayings
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When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been.
("Out Of The Deep")
("Out Of The Deep")
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, Rest, rest, and rest again.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
And some win peace who spend
The skill of words to sweeten despair
Of finding consolation where
Life has but one dark end.
The skill of words to sweeten despair
Of finding consolation where
Life has but one dark end.
All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
Marvellous happy it was to be
Alone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
In sight of home.
Alone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
In sight of home.
God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.
Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.
The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged.
Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.
Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
The time's gone by for sentiment and all that foolery. Mercy's all very well but after all it's justice that clinches the bargain.
Who said, 'All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'?
That's what I said.
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'?
That's what I said.
A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.
Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there's plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, Mr Lawford.
For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.