Walter de La Mare

All Walter de La Mare Quotes

• Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools; and cleverness after all was often only a bore: all head… All
• Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers. Flower
• When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees… All
• As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me. Inspirational
• Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour All
• A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a… Able
• All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly… Ajar
• The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind. Catalogue
• As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind. Cat
• His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his… Across
• Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are--… Beauty
• Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to… Been
• What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was. Haunting
• Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels. Angel
• After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks.… Acorns
• An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity. Better
• He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in… Apple
• God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise. Afterwards
• It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches. Always Ran
• Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap… Animal
• Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in. All
• Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word… Answered
• Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew, Old Nod, the shepherd, goes. Age
• What lovely things Thy hand hath made: Hand

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