Fading Quote by John Milton Download Open image “O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fading Flower Gardening
Love the fading flowers as much as you love the undifferentiated which lasts forever. — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“The Evening Primrose Like a flower blooming From an Evening Primrose, They, too, shall die In great sorrow. For they only were loved When… — D.M. Shiro Copy Share Image
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Even the prettiest flower will wilt one day. It's nature's way of teaching us that nothing lasts forever. — Bernajoy Vaal Copy Share Image
The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail,… — Elizabeth Fry Copy Share Image
“Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on… — Robin Hobb Copy Share
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
“... every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it go. Perhaps it was nothing more than the two doughnuts expanding in her stomach full of milk, but Amy felt a heaviness begin, a familiar turning of some inward tide. As they drove over the bridge… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
Because civilization isn't a thing that you build and then there it is, you have it forever. It needs to be built constantly, recreated daily. It vanishes far more quickly than he ever would have thought possible. And if he wishes to live, he must do what he can to prevent the world he wants to live in from fading… — Steven Galloway Copy Share
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm. — Anna Seward Copy Share Image
In Trinidad, where as new arrivals we were a disadvantaged community, that excluding idea was a kind of protection; it enabled us - for… — V. S. Naipaul Copy Share Image
We have ignored this cancer for so long that the romance of environmental concern is already fading in the shadow of the grim realities… — Edmund Muskie Copy Share Image
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
People make promises, and bear their souls to someone despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. — Rachel Copeland Copy Share Image
For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must… — Albert Camus Copy Share
