Bolan Quote by Marc Bolan

“[comrades] are ashes, entrails, dung, stove smoke, clay, and they’ll all return to clay. They’re full of dirt, candle oil, droppings, dust. You, O…

— Tatyana Tolstaya

“Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside,…

— Saint Augustine of Hippo

“Belatedly I loved thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, belatedly I loved thee. For see, thou wast within and I was without,…

— St. Augustine of Hippo

“Come, my tragic sighs I beg your exquisite breathes on my skin, An agony of our past - so beautiful, My rebellious soul pours…

— Carole Riquet

“And it was in that moment of distress and confusion that the whip of terror laid its most nicely calculated lash about his heart.…

— Algernon Blackwood

“I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“What shall I say, what word, what cry recall, What god invoke, what charm, what amulet, To make a sonnet pay a hopeless debt,…

— Alfred B. Douglas

“No one moved. No one spoke. They seemed be riveted by whatever it was they saw in his eyes. “Place me like a seal…

— Julie Anne Long

“and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“Oh, I was but a wounded Beast Oh, I was but a wounded Beast Teeth gnashing from a brutal feast Wolfing down with others;…

— Jason Versey

“I’m very hungry, Sir Wulf,’ she whispered hopefully. ‘Is that soup?’ ‘Don’t you dare!’ breathed Goodbye. ‘It’s our spell, and you can’t have any.’…

— Catherynne M. Valente

“When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise…

— Pierre de Ronsard