Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins

The dust is old upon my "sandal-shoon," And still I am a pilgrim; I have roved From wild America to Bosphor's waters, And worshipp'd…

— Nathaniel Parker Willis

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone,…

— Marcel Proust

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

— John Milton

“What if being able to see actually distracts a person from the truth of things, beneath the surface? What if I saw a pretty…

— Loretta Lost

One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.

— Rumi

We live ruins amid ruins.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

I still recall the day when I became known not just as Gay Brewer, but 'Gay Brewer, winner of the 1967 Masters.' The reality…

— Gay Brewer

Looking back through the mists of time, I recall some distinctly religious experiences in my teens--when I was only fourteen years old to be…

— Andrew Linzey

I seemed to recall some words from an old Zen master, something like, "My Zen cuts down mountains." My rejection of Buddhism was a…

— Quentin S. Crisp

Between trying to impeach Bill Clinton, Florida 2000, and the recall in California, I'm beginning to think that Republicans will do anything to win…

— Bill Maher

The archives recall not one single incriminating incident, not one drunken escapade, not one reported affair, not one spat with a team-mate or reporter…

— Michael Atherton

You will recall that for months after 9/11, there was incredible support and sympathy for the US. I really hoped and wished they had…

— Kofi Annan

We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten…

— Rumi

But if you will recall the history of our civil troubles, you will see half the nation bathe itself, out of piety, in the…

— Denis Diderot

Many individuals spend a considerable portion of their lifetimes in terror of one imagined catastrophe or another. The classic is that your immortal soul…

— L. Neil Smith