Hush Quotes
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Oh dear me — it's too late to do anything but accept you and love you — but when you were quite a little boy, somebody ought to have said "hush" just once!
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More Hush Quotes
Summer time an'the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin'an'the cotton is high. Oh, yo'daddy's rich, and yo'ma isgood-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo'cry.
Du Bose Heyward— 1935 'Summertime' from Porgy and Bess (with Ira Gershwin, music by George Gershwin).
hush, hush! Nobody cares! Christopher Robin Has Fallen Down Stairs.
Michael) pseudonym Beachcomber— 1931By the Way.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
lord byron— 1812-18 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, canto 3, stanza 21.
As I came through the desert thus it was, As I came through the desert: All was black, In heaven no single star, on earth no track; A brooding hush without a stir or note; The air so thick it clotted in my throat.
james thomson— The City of Dreadful Night, part 4 (1874)
All night has the casement jessamine stirred To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.
Tennyson— 1855 Maud, pt.1, sect.22, stanza 3, l.864-7.
Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.
william allingham— Ruined Chapel; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living.
james cameron— The News Chronicle, February 22, 1957.
Summertime and the livin' is easy,Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.Oh yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma is good lookin',So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
ira gershwin— "Summertime", Porgy and Bess, Act I, sc. i (1935). Lyric written in collaboration with DuBose Heyward.
"Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said,"Offensive to Love and to me!For if ye be living, or if ye be dead,I swear by the Virgin, that none in your steadShall Husband of Imogine be."
matthew lewis— Page 313; "Alonzo the Brave, and Fair Imogine", line 11.
There is no sign of leaf or bud, A hush is over everything —Silent as women wait for love, The world is waiting for the spring.
sara teasdale— Central Park at Dusk
The silky hush of intimate things, fragrant with my fragrance, steal softly down, so loth to rob me of my last dear concealment.
p. l. travers— From a poem (c. 1920) in the Australian publication The Triad, as quoted in Out of the Sky She Came: The Life of P.L. Travers, Creator of Mary Poppins (1999) by Valerie Lawson, ISBN 0733610722 [U.S. and U.K. title: Mary Poppins, She Wrote : The Life of P. L. Travers (2006) ISBN 0743298160]
Roses are shining in PicardyIn the hush of the silver dew;Roses are flowering in PicardyBut there's never a rose like you.And the roses will die with the summer timeAnd our roads may be far apart,But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy;'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.
fred weatherly— Song Roses of Picardy
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
hilaire belloc— "Dedicatory Ode", stanzas 31–32
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.
charlotte brontë— Jane (Ch. 11)
As I came through the desert thus it was, As I came through the desert: All was black, In heaven no single star, on earth no track; A brooding hush without a stir or note; The air so thick it clotted in my throat.
james thomson— Part VI (The City of Dreadful Night (1870–74))
I said to the brown, brown thrush: "hush hush! Through the wood's full strains I hear Thy monotone deep and clear, Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
— Dinah Craik, A Rhyme About Birds.
I like the evening in India, the one magic moment when the sun balances on the rim of the world, and the hush descends, and ten thousand civil servants drift homeward on a river of bicycles, brooding on the Lord Krishna and the cost of living.
james cameron— The News Chronicle, February 22, 1957.
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June. Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
— Harriet Prescott Spofford, Under the Snowdrifts.
Summer time, an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin', an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich an' yo' ma is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don't yo' cry.
— Heward Du Bose, in Dictionary of Quotations, Wordsworth Editions, p.169
The ash her purple drops forgivingly And sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea, Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush; All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting blaze, Of bushes low, as when, on cloudy days, Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush.
james russell lowell— An Indian-Summer Reverie, Stanza 11, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922, p. 45)
I wept that all must die —"Yet Love," I cried, "doth live, and conquer death —"And Time passed by,And breathed on Love, and killed it with his breathEre Death was nigh.More bitter far than allIt was to know that Love could change and die —hush! for the ages call"The Love of God lives through eternity,And conquers all!"
adelaide anne procter— "The Triumph of Time".
hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,Holy angels guard thy bed!Heavenly blessings without numberGently falling on thy head.
Isaac Watts— Song 35: "A Cradle Hymn".
hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, Cradle Hymn.
Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
bertolt brecht— "Christmas legend" [Weinachtslegende] (1923), Berliner Börsen-Courier (25 December 1924); trans. in Poems, 1913-1956, p. 99
hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.
— No. IV (Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850))
hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number, gently falling on thy head.
Isaac Watts— Isaac Watts, A Cradle Hymn.
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high, The foliaged marble forest where ye lie, hush, ye will say, it is eternity! This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there The columns of the heavenly palaces.
Matthew Arnold— Matthew Arnold, The Tomb
hush now, child. I'm off to see your father Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy. Now you are truly lost.
— Who: Ser Rodrik Cassel
— Source: Episode 2x6, "The Old Gods and the New"
— Note: Character is about to be executed by Theon Greyjoy for openly disrespecting him after Theon captures Winterfell. Character says the first line to calm a frantic Bran Stark, referring to Ned Stark who was killed in Season 1. He then addresses the final line to Theon himself, who had been raised by character and the rest of the Stark household as a ward.
hush, now spoilers!
— Who: River Song
— Source: Forest of the Dead (2008)
— Notes: .
