Dying Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson Download Open image “God's finger touched him, and he slept.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dying God Touched
“God had poked His finger down into my nerves and gently, almost without thinking, brought a little confusion among those threads. And God had… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She touched him, placing her hand over his curled fingers, straightening them so that they were palm to palm, then she interlaced her fingers… — Sherry Thomas Copy Share Image
“A friend of mine had called it ‘the Finger of God’ because whatever it reached out and touched just ceased to exist.” — Dirk Patton Copy Share Image
“He watched her sleep now, her dark hair fanned out over his arm that she laid on. Running his free hand over her naked… — Devona Serenity Copy Share Image
“I reached out blindly, clasped a warm hand, faded from life and into peace. Well, that was what was supposed to happen.... Except an… — Maria V. Snyder Copy Share Image
He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark. — Cassandra Clare 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
I think when you’re dying you start looking for important things in the corners. You can’t let anything that seems even semi-important pass, because… — Chris Crutcher Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
Poor David Hume is dying fast, but with more real cheerfulness and good humor and with more real resignation to the necessary course of… — Adam Smith Copy Share Image
Got to say, dying would really wreck my best day. Been there, done that, and now that I think about it, Artemis forgot to… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Life has no guarantees, though. What good is living if all you think about is dying? — Tracey Garvis-Graves Copy Share Image
Lord, send Your life throughout the entire church. Visit Your church; restore sound doctrine and holy, earnest living. Take away from professing Christians their… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself,… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“...our loves ones truly are ever-present. We may bury their bodies or scatter their ashes, but their spirits are boundless and do not accompany… — April Slaughter Copy Share Image
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
He emphasised basic truths: you are not dying yet, you have to live your life until you are. Underpinning them was the belief that… — Irvine Welsh Copy Share Image
