Alliteration Quote by Aldous Huxley

A dim antagonism gathered force within him and darkened his mind as a cloud against her disloyalty: and when it passed, cloudlike, leaving his…

— James Joyce

“His thinking was a dusk of doubt and selfmistrust lit up at moments by the lightnings of intuition, but lightnings of so clear a…

— James Joyce

“He lived within himself, nourished by his own substance, like some torpid creature which hibernates in caves. Solitude had reacted upon his brain like…

— Joris-Karl Huysmans

He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon…

— Virginia Woolf

“Words for everyday showers of prettiness, and the kind of misty loveliness that disappears whenever you try to grasp it. Beauty that’s heralded by…

— Tessa Dare

“A kind of joy came upon him, as if borne in on a summer breeze. He dimly recalled that he had been thinking of…

— John Williams

“with little sleep and much reading his brains got so dry that he lost his wits. His fancy grew full of what he used…

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“He undressed, lay down, put out the light. Two names he whispered into his pillow, the few chaste northern syllables that meant for him…

— Thomas Mann

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret…

— Dante Alighieri

He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.

— George Orwell

“Words that had looked so strong on the page, which ran through his mind like music, now shriveled in the air around him.”

— Peter Murphy

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

— Arthur Rimbaud