Darkness Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson Download Open image “And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Came Hands Darkness Darkness Came Hands Hands Reach Men Moulding Men Nature
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“All men did have darkness. Some wore it in the form of horns. Some bore it invisibly as rot in their souls.” — Paul S. Kemp Copy Share Image
When the veil of fiction was rent, man shuddered before "Nature, red in tooth and claw." Nature had always been that and always will… — Revilo P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“By the toil of others we are brought into the presence of things which have been brought from darkness into light.” — Seneca Copy Share Image
“And as man turned from the light of day, all that was left to him was the endless night. Without contrast, he threw open… — Aaron Dembski-Bowden Copy Share Image
In those dark times, one rose to the very heights of humanity by simply remaining human. — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
“Imagine the fear the first men must have felt when they saw the sun setting on the horizon and the dark night beginning to… — Courtney Praski Copy Share Image
The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“Narrative cannot sustain formlessness any more than light can sustain darkness - it is the antithesis of formlessness, and so it can never truly… — Nicole Krauss Copy Share Image
“Wait here, wait here!" he cried and jumped up and began to run for help toward a cluster of lights he saw in the… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone… — Alexander Gordon Smith Copy Share Image
Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images — Federico Fellini Copy Share Image
I guess he'll have to figure out someday that he is supposed to have this dark side, that it is part of what it… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created must have its period of darkness: child and bulb, poem and personality.… — anne morrow lindbergh Copy Share Image
“What does he look like? The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
