Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the…

If he wants happiness then give him but dont give me tears and shoulders to cry on

— Nitika

Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on dank morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside—are the Night's…

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

People rarely win wars, governments rarely lose them. People get killed. Governments moult and regroup, hydra-headed. They use flags first to shrink-wrap people's minds…

— Arundhati Roy

A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness. [Lat., Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus.]

— Horace

Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires…

— William Butler Yeats

Flags are bits of colored cloth used first to shrinkwrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead.

— Arundhati Roy

The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And…

— Bayard Taylor

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill…

— John Keats

I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to rule --…

— Friedrich Nietzsche

We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You take wheat…

— Thomas Carlyle

Book burning is a charming old custom, hallowed by antiquity. It has been practiced for centuries by fascists, communists, atheists, school children, rival authors,…

— Richard Armour

The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation from chrysalis…

— Elizabeth Lesser

My early self-portraits appeared effortlessly and seemed like equivalents for my deeper emotions. Many critics remarked that the images had an almost other-worldly haunting…

— Joyce Tenneson

Royalty is a fine burial shroud.

— Theodora

Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered to them;…

— Denise Levertov