May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting…

“My mind does not change with the rising and setting of a few suns”

— Anonymous

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

— William Wordsworth

“Setting suns always seem sad, beautiful but tragic in their way. It's another goodbye, a farewell to a day that can never be relived,…

— Dmytry Karpov

Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving…

— William Butler Yeats

You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. The viol, in its strings,…

— Hilary Mantel

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring…

— Charles Lamb

I like to play the lute full-bloodedly, with passion, as well as with delicacy and, I hope, refinement.

— Julian Bream

Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail,…

— John Keats

If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly…

— Charles Lamb

Anybody who thinks the lute just came out of a vacuum doesn't know the history.

— Rhiannon Giddens

“There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't…

— Patrick Rothfuss

Longing alone is singer to the lute.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

— Anonymous

“My lute, be still, for I have done.”

— Sir Thomas Wyatt

Maintain a state of balance between physical acts and inner serenity,like a lute whose strings are finely tuned.

— Gautama Buddha