Wilfred Owen Quotes
Top 56 wise famous quotes and sayings by Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.
After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest,
To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased
On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.
To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased
On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.
The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
Dead men may envy living mites in cheese,
Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys,
And subdivide, and never come to death.
Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys,
And subdivide, and never come to death.
And some cease feeling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling
The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.
It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law.
Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping may something have been left,
Which must die now.
And of my weeping may something have been left,
Which must die now.