“Let those who smile at me, ask themselves whether they have been indebted most to imagination or reality for all they have enjoyed in life, if indeed they have ever enjoyed any thing.” — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
“Alas! it is better to wander in perpetual sterility than to be tortured with the remembrance of flowers that have withered” — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
The fountain of my heart dried up within me,-- With nought that loved me, and with nought to love, I stood upon the desert earth alone. And in that deep and utter agony, Though then, then even most unfit to die I fell upon my knees and prayed for death. — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share
My own lov'd light, That very soft and solemn spirit worships, That lovers love so well--strange joy is thine, Whose influence o'er all tides of soul hath power, Who lend'st thy light to rapture and despair; The glow of hope and wan hue of sick fancy Alike reflect thy rays: alike thou lightest The path of meeting or of parting… — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share
“She was not only unable to make the least allowance for a divergence from this way, but utterly unable to conceive that another existed for those who believed in a God, or acknowledged human power at all. She was as much at a loss to conceive how any good could come out of that Nazareth of her abhorrence, as an… — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share
Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; It is best to be off with the old love,… — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
They waste life in what are called good resolutions-partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded. — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
O wretched is the dame, to whom the sound, "Your lord will soon return," no phrase brings. — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
“The next moment I was chained to my chair again,--the fires were lit, the bells rang out, the litanies were sung;--my feet were scorched… — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
Yes, I laugh at all mankind, and the imposition that they dare to practice when they talk of hearts. I laugh at human passions… — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude. — Charles Robert Maturin Copy Share Image
