We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
“That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“Space, like time, engenders forgetfulness; but it does so by setting us bodily free from our surroundings and giving us back our… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief. — John Milton Copy Share Image
A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at first seemed… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
“Suddenly I'd had Enough and this was no turn of phrase but a warm body, nervous, with a constitution I could count… — Hélène Cixous Copy Share Image
And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you… — John Crowe Ransom Copy Share Image
I know thou art gone to the home of thy rest-- Then why should my soul be so sad? I know thou… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
