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Quotes from Francis Thompson

An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
~ Francis Thompson
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
~ Francis Thompson
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
~ Francis Thompson
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~ Francis Thompson
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
~ Francis Thompson
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~ Francis Thompson
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
~ Francis Thompson
The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
~ Francis Thompson
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
~ Francis Thompson
The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.
~ Francis Thompson
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
~ Francis Thompson
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke.
~ Francis Thompson
I said to dawn, Be sudden; to eve, Be soon.
~ Francis Thompson
The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
~ Francis Thompson
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
~ Francis Thompson
O world invisible, we view thee,O world intangible, we touch thee,O world unknowable, we know thee.
~ Francis Thompson
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
~ Francis Thompson
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
~ Francis Thompson
But with unhurrying chase,And unperturbèd pace,Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,They beat—and a Voice beatMore instant than the Feet—"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."
~ Francis Thompson
All which I took from thee I did but take,Not for thy harms,But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms.
~ Francis Thompson
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.
~ Francis Thompson
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
~ Francis Thompson
Across the margent of the world I fled,And troubled the gold gateways of the stars.
~ Francis Thompson
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 waysOf my own mind; and in the mist of tearsI hid from Him, and under running laughter.
~ Francis Thompson