Gloom Quote by Laurence Binyon Download Open image “the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.” — Laurence Binyon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Gloom Gloom Retires Littles Retires Secluded Retiring Sad Secluded Secluded Shy Shy Shyness Street Gloom Streets
What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace. — William Saroyan Copy Share Image
If the street life, not the Whitechapel street life, but that of the common but so-called respectable part of town is in any city… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Street sign: Ho Hum Road & Easy Street In retirement, I look for days off from my days off. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“A city uninhabited is different. Different from what a "normal" observer, straggling in the dark - the occasional dark - would see. It is… — Thomas Pynchon Copy Share Image
The serendipity of melancholy a road we all travel on in life. An aesthetic experience we all share, the darkness that shines. — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the few whose… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Don’t be gloomy. Do not dwell on unkind things. Stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. Even if you are… — Gordon B. Hinckley Copy Share Image
“The soft humidity of the evening, so pleasant to walk about in earlier, had turned to rain. The strolling tourists had melted away. One… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn At the going… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. But… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet Dance sedately;… — Laurence Binyon Copy Share Image
The truth is, of course, that the curtness of the Ten Commandments is an evidence, not of the gloom and narrowness of a religion,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
No matter the style, the farther one goes the more obstacles increase, and the more distant appears the object it is desired to attain.… — Jean-Georges Noverre Copy Share Image
“Don’t you dare try to out-gloom me. I’m the only one here entitled to indulge in deep dark existential brooding.” — Simon R. Green Copy Share Image
When there's doom and gloom, don't forget there's darkness before dawn. — Rakesh Jhunjhunwala Copy Share Image
“Ye men of gloom and austerity, who paint the face of Infinite Benevolence with an eternal frown; read in the Everlasting Book, wide open… — Doma Publishing House Copy Share Image
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their… — Charles Tennyson Turner Copy Share Image
It's becoming clearer and clearer to me that the world is there to be celebrated by writers, and in fact this is what all… — Martin Amis Copy Share Image
After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of… — Ellen Glasgow Copy Share Image
In a last violent protest against the hopelessness of imminent death, I sensed my spirit piercing through the enveloping gloom. I felt it transcend… — Viktor E. Frankl Copy Share Image
Pain and pleasure, good and evil, come to us from unexpected sources. It is not there where we have gathered up our brightest hopes,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
