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Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.
But it's a long, long while From May to December; And the days grow short When you reach September.
It was no summer progress. A cold coming they had of it, at this time of the year; just, the worst time of the year, to take a journey, and specially a long journey, in. The ways deep, the weather sharp, the days short, the sun farthest off in solstitio brumali, the very dead of winter. See Eliot 306:73.
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure. Let night come, ring out the hour, The days go by, I remain.
And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her.
And Jacobsaid unto Pharaoh,The days oftheyears of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: fewand evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
As thy days, so shall thy strength be.
And he died in a good old age, full of days, riches, and honour: and Solomon his son reigned in his stead.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle
So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that gettethunderstanding.For themerchandise of it isbetter than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. She is more precious than rubies: and all the thingsthoucanst desirearenottobe compared untoher. Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy is every one that retaineth her.
I saw in the night visions and, behold, one like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.
Redeeming the time, because the days are evil.
God, whoat sundry times and indiversmannersspake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets,Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son, whom he hath appointed heir of all things, by whom he also made the worlds: Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high.
Lord, let me know mine end, and thenumberof mydays: that I may be certified how long I have to live.
The year's at the spring, And days at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven All's right with the world.
That will not bring back the things we love: the high, clear days and the blue icecaps on the mountains; the lines of white poplars fluttering in the wind, and the long white prayer flags Nor shall we get back the smell of the beanfields; the sweet, resinous smell of deodar wood burning, or the whiff of a snow leopard at14,000 feet. Never. Never. Never.
And I dream of the days when work was scrappy, And rare in our pockets the mark of the mint, When we were angryand poor and happy, And proud of seeing our names in print.
We shall never forget the mingled feelings of awe and respect with which we used to gaze on the exterior of Newgate in our schoolboy days[the doors] looking as if they were made for the express purpose of letting people in, and never letting them out again.
In to thir dirk and drublie dayis, Quhone sabill all the hevin arrayis With mystie vapouris, cluddis and skyis, Nature all curage me denyis Off sangis, ballattis, and of playis.
The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!
These somewhat troublesome days when the great Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
Cricket remains for me the game of games, the sanspareil, the great metaphor, the best marriage ever devisedof mind and body For meit remainstheProust of pastimes, the subtlest and most poetic, the most past- and-present; whose beauty can lie equally in days, in a whole, or in one tiny phrase, a blinding split second.
The House of Peers, throughout the war, Did nothing in particular, And did it very well: Yet Britain set the world ablaze In good King George's glorious days!
Is it one of my well-looking days, child? Am I in face to- day?
Shenever wantedtobe sexy, but inthose daysambitions were different, and she was the most ambitious of them all.
We declare: the genius of our days to be: trousers, jackets, shoes, tramways, buses, aeroplanes, railways, magnificent shipswhat an enchantmentwhat a great epoch unrivalled in world history. 490
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion.
In bygone days, Morag had once believed that nothing could be worsethankilling a person.Nowsheperceived river-slaying as something worse.
The glamour Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
As in earlier days were our mechanics, such todayare our engineers, who may be required not only to tear down a fortress, and then to build it up again, but also to produce all sorts of engines based on mechanical principles, and with equal easeto defend or toannihilate a fortress.
The flower-fed buffalos of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prairie flowers lie low.
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever come perfect days.
With weeping and with laughter Still is the story told, How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.
Talk of our enlightened days and our emancipated countrypure nonsense! We are firmly held with the self-fashioned chains of slavery.Yes, now I see that they are self-fashioned, and must be self-removed.
Bonosque Soles effugere atque abire sentit, Qui nobis pereunt et imputantur. Each of us feels the good days speed and depart, and they're lost to us and counted against us.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days.
The days that make us happy make us wise.
How few the days are that hold the mind in place; like a tapestry hanging on four or five hooks. Especially the day you stop becoming; the day you merelyare. I suppose it's when the principles dissolve, and instead of the general gray of what ought to be you begin to see what is The word 'Now' is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th'abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
When I consider how my light is spent, E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light denied, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies,God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: Theyalso serve who only stand and wait.
Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues.
Let Erin remember the days of Old, Ere her faithless sons betrayed her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold Which he won from her proud invader; When her kings, with standards of green unfurled, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger; Ere the emerald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger.
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange horses came.
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
I have been here a fortnight and I think I shall be here fifteen or twenty days longer, although I do not very much like the place, for this puddling in a tub continually is no charm to me.
I was with you in the days of glory. At the head of the Government, I shall remain with you during the days of darkness. Stay by my side.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking. But now,God knows, Anything goes.
Ten DaysThat Shook the World.
Et une fois de plus je m'avan c° ais le long de ces me" mes couloirs, marchant depuis des jours, depuis des mois, depuis des anne es, a' votre rencontre. And one more time, I advanced along these same hallways, walking for days, for months, for years, to meet you.
Below him, in the town among the trees, Where friends of other days had honored him, A phantom salutation of the dead Rang thinly till old Eben's eyes were dim.
What's freedom for? To know eternity. I swear she cast a shadow white as stone. But who would count eternity in days? These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: (I measure time by how a body sways).
I was born because it was a habit in those days, people didn't know anything else.
In the future days, which we seek to make secure, we look forward to a world founded upon four essential freedoms.The first isfreedom of speech and expression, everywhere in the world.The second is the freedom of every person to worship God in his own way, everywhere in the world.The third is freedom from want The fourth is freedom from fear.
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?
But he was never, well, What I call A Sportsman: For forty days He went out into the desert And never shot anything.
Immortal, invisible,God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blesse' d, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious,Thy great name we praise.
Sae luely, luely, cam she in Sae luely was she gaen And wi' her a'my simmer days Like they had never been.
In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten myage.
Out upon it! I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happyautumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. 855
I suppose that even the most pleasurable of imaginable occupations, that of batting baseballs through the windows of the RCA Building, would pall a little as the days ran on.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it,Time in hours, days, years Driven by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved.
The people of the United States are drawn from many nations, and chiefly from the nations now at war. Some will wish one nation, others another, to succeed in this monumental struggle. I venture to speak a solemn word of warning. The United States must be neutral in fact as well as in name during these days that are to try men's souls.We must be impartial in thought as well as in action.
O Oisin, mount by me and ride To shores by the wash of the tremulous tide, Where men have heaped no burial-mounds, And the days pass by like a wayward tune.
Happy Days are Here Again.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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