Quotes About Wanes

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

Again, this is a death. Is it the air, The particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulse That wanes and wanes, facing the cold angel? Is this my lover then? This death, this death?

as the spirit wanes the form appears

art as the spirit wanes the form appears.

First, I must be getting the money on my side, because after magic wanes money is the most powerful thing on earth (followed by weapons that destroy whole cities in a go, and religion—that never goes away, damn it!—and lastly, female actors who do not wear much clothing).

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

This was our ambition: to be small and clear and free. Alas, the summer's energy wanes quickly, A moment and it is gone. And no longer May we make the necessary arrangements, simple as they are. Our star was brighter perhaps when it had water in it.

Goodness is a triumph. And so it is / with love. Love is not the part / we are born with that flowers / a little and then wanes as we / grow up. We cobble love together / from this and those of our machinery / until there is suddenly an apparition / that never existed before.