Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues--faith and hope.

--from Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby

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And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to see,
But the feet question, "Whither?"

--from Robert Frost, "Reluctance"

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For though hard rockes among
She semes to haue bene bred,
And of the Tigre long
Bene nourished and fed:
Yet shall that nature change,
If pitie once win place,
Whom as vnknowen and strange
She now away doth chase.

--from Sir Thomas Wyatt, The Courte of Venus

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i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
when a thumb of ice
stamped itself hard near my heart

--from Lucille Clifton, "1994"

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Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.

--from Sylvia Plath, "Words"

1 comment:

David (n of 49) said...

That is one very fine selection of quotes. Thank you.