Alas Quote by Matthew Arnold Download Open image “Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?” — Matthew Arnold ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Alas Heart Love Speak Weak
Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved; I knew they lived and… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share
It isn't a sign of weakness to need love; it takes far more strength to open your heart than to close it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You can't fight for love with an unready heart. That's like trying to win a marathon with your legs tied up. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love and again my love, my heart has locked up because it hurt and hurt. Cant you accept this pitiful heart? As much as… — Love And Love Copy Share Image
When a heart is true, there's no need for words cause even in silence, love can be heard. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It takes a strong heart to love but it takes an even stronger heart to love after it's been broken. — Anna Copy Share Image
It takes a strong heart to LOVE but it takes an even stronger heart to LOVE after its been BROKEN. — S Copy Share Image
Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion, the passion for sweetness and light. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
We must hold fast to the austere but true doctrine as to what really governs politics and saves or destroys states. Having in mind… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“Culture is the endeavour to know the best and to make this knowledge prevail for the good of all humankind.” — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
The difference between genuine poetry and the poetry of Dryden, Pope, and all their school, is briefly this: their poetry is conceived and composed… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
Let the long contention cease! / Geese are swans, and swans are geese. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
It is almost impossible to exaggerate the proneness of the human mind to take miracles as evidence, and to seek for miracles as evidence. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we… — William James Copy Share Image
Alas, you don't need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished. — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children. — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one. — Sir Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound… — Francis Pharcellus Church Copy Share Image
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share Image
Sensible Catholics have for generations been ignoring the views on contraception held by reactionary old men in the Vatican, but alas, since it is… — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still… — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden… — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
