Rings Quotes
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That scrawny cry It was A chorister whose c preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality.
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More Rings Quotes
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death;Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare,They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Alexander Pope— Line 131.
Are you a living princess or her shadow? Let me kiss your fingers and their rings, and bid you Walk no longer in an unknown age...
stéphane mallarmé— Nurse (Hérodiade (1898))
As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes The sinking stone at first a circle makes; The trembling surface by the motion stirr'd, Spreads in a second circle, then a third; Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance, Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Temple of Fame, line 436.
Prayer pulls the rope below, and the great bell rings above in the ears of God. Some scarcely stir the bell, for they pray so languidly; others give but an occasional pluck at the rope; but he who wins with heaven is the man who grasps the rope boldly and pulls continuously, with all his might.
— Charles Spurgeon, p. 460. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory.
helen hunt jackson— Helen Hunt Jackson, Morning-Glory; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 530.
They do not ill, being lords of ours, to slay Me; nay, they could not spare: but thee to slay, To spill thy strong young life for truth to me, In all men's eyes would mark them monstrous:;: thou Must live, and serve my slayers, and serving them Sustain my memory by the proof if God Shall give thee grace to prove it that thy name, Thy father's name and mine, in true men's ears rings truth, and means not treason.
algernon charles swinburne— Faliero, Act V. Sc. 3.
Is it any wonder why Princes & Kings / Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings / When ordinary people who are like you and me / Are the builders of their destiny.
Noel Gallagher— Go Let It Out
Wearers of rings and chains!Pray do not take the painsTo set me right.In vain my faults ye quote;I write as others wroteOn Sunium’s hight.
walter savage landor— The last Fruit of an old Tree, Epigram cvi, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
A terrible violence of creation,A flash into the burning heart of the abominable;Yet if we wait, unafraid, beyond the fearful instant,The burning lake turns into a forest pool,The fire subsides into rings of water,A sunlit silence.
theodore roethke— "The Abyss"
On his first hand he wore rings of stone,Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone.There were rings unseen on his second hand,One blood in a flowing band,One was air all whisper thin,And the ring of ice had a flaw within.Full faintly shone the ring of flame,And the final ring was without name.
patrick rothfuss— A poem from the second book of the The Kingkiller Chronicle, quoted in an interview at Fantasymundo (1 August 2009)
Lo! all life this truth declares, Laborare est orare ; And the whole earth rings with prayers.
dinah maria mulock— "Labour is Prayer".
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram’s bell rings ‘neath an arch of stars, “Rest, rest, and rest again.”
walter de la mare— Nod
Fric had been assigned the dumbest of the standard tones, which the phone manufacturer described as "a cheerful, child-pleasing sound suitable for the nursery or the bedrooms of younger children." Why infants in nurseries or toddlers in cribs ought to have their own telephones remained a mystery to Fric. Were they going to call Babies R Us and order lobster-flavored teething rings?
dean r. koontz— Chapter 13; describing the estate's elaborate phone system
Of which all Europe rings from side to side.
john milton— To Cyriack Skinner, upon His Blindness (c. 1655).
The Hebrew language... is the only glue which holds together our scattered bones. It also holds together the rings in the chain of time.... It binds us to those who built pyramids, to those who shed their blood on the ramparts of Jerusalem, and to those who, at the burning stakes, cried Shema Yisrael!
isaac leib peretz— Bildung, 1890. Alle Verk, xii. 14.
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes travelling Off from the centre like horses.
Sylvia Plath— "Words"
The psychical condition of men’s minds may be compared with a set of bells close together, and so arranged that in the ordinary man a bell rings only when one beside it sounds, and the vibration lasts only a moment. In the genius, when a bell sounds it vibrates so strongly that it sets in action the whole series, and remains in action throughout life. The latter kind of movement often gives rise to extraordinary conditions and absurd impulses, that may last for weeks together and that form the basis of the supposed kinship of genius with insanity.
otto weininger— pp. 122-123
"Lord, for sixty-so years I've surrendered my love, to emblems of kindness, and not the kindness they were emblems of, Trammels and rings, with the strength of old strings, and some hobble skirt spring, by the old problem caught, Children, sometimes I think all our thoughts are just things, and then sometimes think things are just thoughts" and the rabble rang."
aaron weiss— Elephant in the Dock.
In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.
Susan Coolidge— Bind-Weed.
A thousand leagues of ocean, a company of kings, You came across the watching world to show how heroes die. When the splendour of your story Builds the halo of its glory, 'Twill belt the earth like Saturn's rings And diadem the sky.
— "M.R.C.S." In Anzac, on Colonial Soldiers (1919).
Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song.
Alfred Tennyson— Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part CXV.
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
john keats— John Keats, I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 591.
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.
lydia sigourney— Lydia Sigourney, Indian Names.
Mention The Lord of the rings just once more and I'll more than likely kill you.
nigel blackwell— Dickie Davies' Eyes, Back Again In The D.H.S.S. (1987)
There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.
john rogers— In an "Ephemera" blog post, quoted in "I'm Ellsworth Toohey!" by Paul Krugman.
— This also appears in Ch. 10 of The Value of Nothing (2010) by Raj Patel, who later acknowledged it was a borrowed joke in "Citation Alert!" (21 January 2010) at rajpatel.org.
Und künftige Thaten drangen wie die Sterne rings um uns her unzählig aus der Nacht.
— And future deeds crowded round us as the countless stars in the night.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Iphigenia auf Tauris, II. 1. 121.
I should say that, in addition to my tree - love (it was originally called The Tree), it arose from my own pre-occupation with the Lord of the rings , the knowledge that it would be finished in great detail or not at all, and the fear (near certainty ) that it would be 'not at all'. The war had arisen to darken all horizons. But no such analyses are a complete explanation even of a short story...
j. r. r. tolkien— About "Leaf by Niggle", in a letter to Caroline Everett (24 June 1957)
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
— J. R. R. Tolkien, in The Fellowship of the Ring (1954), Book I, The Shadow of the Past
