Embalmed Quotes
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A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit , embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
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More Embalmed Quotes
Instead of the poems I had hoped for, there came only a shuddering blackness and ineffable loneliness; and I saw at last a fearful truth which no one had ever dared to breathe before the unwhisperable secret of secrets The fact that this city of stone and stridor is not a sentient perpetuation of Old New York as London is of Old London and Paris of Old Paris, but that it is in fact quite dead, its sprawling body imperfectly embalmed and infested with queer animate things which have nothing to do with it as it was in life.
h. p. lovecraft— "He" - Written 11 August 1925; first published in Weird Tales, Vol. 8, No. 3 (September 1926)
I need not ask thee if that hand, now calmed, Has any Roman soldier mauled and knuckled, For thou wert dead, and buried and embalmed, Ere Romulus and Remus had been suckled: Antiquity appears to have begun Long after that primeval race was run.
horace smith— Horace Smith, Address to the Mummy in Belzoni's Exhibition.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
john milton— 1644 Areopagitica: a speech for the liberty of unlicensed printing.
I don't get this fashion for happy funerals. He said he wanted all his mates to be in a good mood and smile, and this is a very fashionable idea, that when you die, it's supposed to be a celebration and joyous and everyone laughing, but I want people's lives torn apart when I go. I want to be embalmed and brought out when we have guests.
jeremy hardy— The News Quiz, BBC Radio 4, October 1998 (rebroadcast on BBC 7, 13 June 2006)
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.
john keats— Stanza 5. (Ode to a Nightingale)
Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days, Even the sacred moments when we played, All innocent of passion, uncorrupt, At noon and evening in the flame-heart’s shade.
Claude McKay— Flame-Heart, l. 26-29
A great many film stars perched on unstable ravine edges in the canyon systems of Los Angeles will, like the cemeteries there, eventually slide down to join their unfortunate fellows in the canyon floors, with mud, cars, and embalmed or living film stars in one glorious muddy mass. We should not lend our talents to creating such spectacular catastrophes...
bill mollison— chapter 9.4 (Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988))
