Although I was quiet as a child, I had this resistless passion inside of me–this need and hunger to create my own world. Poetry filled that void, and its words fed that vital necessity of ownership.
Come, swift-wing'd Fancy, airy maid,In varied, dazzling vest array'd,Inspire thy vot'ry's lay;Grant me thy flow'ry walks to tread,To range thy summer-painted mead,Or near thy fountain play.Now led by thy resistless hand,Or guided by thy fairy wand,O'er yet untrodden space;Or on thy pinions borne along,The bright Ideas' flitting throngsPursue th' aerial race.elizabeth bentley
How can Life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull grey ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.amelia earhart
From the moment of His self-dedication, when He threw His cares away, and went forth not knowing where to lay His head, the whole energy which others spend on interests of their own was poured into His human and Divine affections, and filled His life with an enthusiasm resistless and unique. However quiet His words, it is impossible not to feel the tender depths from which they come.james martineau
The noble lord in this case, as in so many others, first destroys his opponent, and then destroys his own position afterwards. The noble lord is the Prince Rupert of parliamentary discussion: his charge is resistless, but when he returns from the pursuit he always finds his camp in the possession of the enemy.benjamin disraeli
The nightingales among the sheltering boughs Of populous many-nested trees Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me By what resistless charms or incantations They won their mates.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.john milton
Come, swift-wing'd Fancy, airy maid, In varied, dazzling vest array'd, Inspire thy vot'ry's lay; Grant me thy flow'ry walks to tread, To range thy summer-painted mead, Or near thy fountain play. Now led by thy resistless hand, Or guided by thy fairy wand, O'er yet untrodden space; Or on thy pinions borne along, The bright Ideas' flitting throngs Pursue th' aerial race.
Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the goldern gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand. His manners were gentle, complying, and bland. Still born to improve us in every part, his pencil our faces, his manners our heart.Oliver Goldsmith
Thou! thou! the vital , universal , giant force resistless, sleepless, calm , Holding Humanity as in thy open hand, as some ephemeral toy, How will to e'er forget thee!