Quote by Wilfred Owen Download Open image ““move him into the sun- gently its touch awoke him once,”” — Wilfred Owen ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I lifted my face to the sun and let its warmth and light caress me with its favor.” — Nancy Moser Copy Share Image
“i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“He blinked at the sun and dreamt that perhaps he might snare it and spare it as it went down to its resting place… — H.G. Wells Copy Share Image
“they carried the sun inside their souls and let it shine out on everything around them.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“I reach out to the sun that blinds me to feel a warmth that reminds me of the love that unbinds me.” — Robert Turk Copy Share Image
“I walk across the grass in the sunlight, into his arms. I am home.” — Rowan Speedwell Copy Share Image
“For the sight of him inflicted such strange tremors in my mind and body that I reacted as a tender shoot must at the… — April Grey Copy Share Image
“You think the sun rises over his left shoulder, but he's only standing there to eclipse the light.” — Ann Redisch Stampler Copy Share Image
“Finally the man noticed the sun cresting the horizon and the air growing colder with every passing minute. Soon it would be night. They… — Darrell Pitt Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose. — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
