Death and pain dominate this world, for though many are cured, they leave still weak, still tremulous, still knowing mortality has whispered… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
My early self-portraits appeared effortlessly and seemed like equivalents for my deeper emotions. Many critics remarked that the images had an almost… — Joyce Tenneson Copy Share Image
The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky shroud and begins the long transformation… — Elizabeth Lesser Copy Share Image
Book burning is a charming old custom, hallowed by antiquity. It has been practiced for centuries by fascists, communists, atheists, school children,… — Richard Armour Copy Share Image
We are to remember what an umpire Nature is; what a greatness, composure of depth and tolerance there is in her. You… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
I have found strength where one does not look for it: in simple, mild, and pleasant people, without the least desire to… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Flags are bits of colored cloth used first to shrinkwrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead. — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness. [Lat., Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus.] — Horace Copy Share Image
People rarely win wars, governments rarely lose them. People get killed. Governments moult and regroup, hydra-headed. They use flags first to shrink-wrap… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living. — Pierre-Jean de Beranger Copy Share Image
Those forms we fancy shadows, those strange lights That flash on dank morasses, the quick wind That smites us by the roadside—are… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
“Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
We measure our presence in generations; we cannot dig down ten thousand years and find our bones. Our arrival is scribed upon… — Kent Nerburn Copy Share Image
Seven cities warred for Homer, being dead, Who, living, had no roof to shroud his head. — Thomas Heywood Copy Share Image
Chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The fashion magazines are suggesting that women wear clothes that are 'age appropriate.' For me that would be a shroud. — Joan Rivers Copy Share Image
What we want now is an immense awakening of Râjasika energy, for the whole country is wrapped in the shroud of Tamas.… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
Art is the closest you can get to immortality, though it's a poor substitute - you're working for people not yet born… — Damien Hirst Copy Share Image
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. — Sophocles Copy Share Image
