I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in an automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at terrific speed and driven by a… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
It was the hour when gauze-winged insects are born that only live for a day. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
If one who looked from a tower for a new star, watching for years the same part of the sky, suddenly saw it (quite… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime,… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Then said Fate to Chance: "Let us play our old game again." And they played it again together, using the gods as pieces, as they had played it oft before. So that those things which have been shall all be again, and under the same bank in the same land a sudden glare of singlight on the same spring day… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share
Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk. — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“Nobody can tell you about that sword all that there is to be told of it; for those that know of those paths of Space on which its metals once floated, till Earth caught them one by one as she sailed past on her orbit, have little time to waste on such things as magic and so cannot tell you… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share
“It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour, and crimson as sword met sword; and thick elvish blood moved slowly, from wide slits, down the cuirass; and Lirazel gazed in awe and wonder and love; and the combatants edged away fighting into the forest;… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share
“For a while, O King, the gods had sought to solve the riddles of Time, for a while They made him Their slave, and… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
“...she gave thanks to the images of the stars for the joy she had had of the night, when the constellations shone in their myriad majesty, and moved like an army dresses in silver mail, marching from unknown victories to conquer in distant wars. She praised those bright reflections shimmering down in the pool.” — Lord Dunsany Copy Share
