Bruises Quote by Wilfred Owen

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

— Wilfred Owen

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the…

— Wilfred Owen

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

— Wilfred Owen

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

— Wilfred Owen

Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

— Wilfred Owen

Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

— Wilfred Owen

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.

— Wilfred Owen

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

— Wilfred Owen

“These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished. Memory fingers in their hair of murders Multitudinous murders they once witnessed. Wading sloughs of…

— Wilfred Owen

Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?

— Wilfred Owen

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's

— Wilfred Owen

And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling

— Wilfred Owen