Quotes About Earth

And wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell: The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee, Shall nature cease to bow?

I listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Meu espírito nunca esteve mais próximo de Deus do que ao contemplar aquela perfeita imagem do repouso divino. Instintivamente, repeti as palavras que ela pronunciara, algumas horas antes: Incomparavelmente acima de todos nós — assim estava ela, Ainda na terra ou já no céu, o seu espírito já está unido a Deus!

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

I was only going to say that Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out, into the middle of the heath on the top of Wurthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!

Indians do not hinder the progress of their dead by embalming or tight coffining. When the spirit has gone they give the body back to the earth. the earth welcomes the body-coaxes new life and beauty from it, hurries over what men shudder at. Lovely tender herbage bursts from the graves, swiftly, exulting over corruption.

The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true, And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true

The Overtakelessness of Those Who have accomplished Death - Majestic is to me beyond The majesties of Earth - The Soul her Not at Home Inscribes upon the Flesh - And takes a fine aerial gait Beyond the Writ of Touch.

I have no Life but this— To lead it here— Nor any Death—but lest Dispelled from there— Nor tie to Earths to come— Nor Action new— Except through this extent— The Realm of you—

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Now I know a refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

If Earth was such unworthy soil for God's best specimens, why did he perversely plant them there?

I didn't know I was swearing fealty to a lunatic.' For a moment Artt can't catch his breath. 'I see now you won't rest till you've made this island a hell on earth,' Cormac says. 'I release myself from my vows.

After a while the first lights stand out in the sky. Trian asks, 'Are they holes, the stars?' 'Bodies of cold fire,' Artt corrects him, 'fixed in a sphere around the earth. God spins it westwards every day. That's what makes the air and the clouds move.' He cranes up, a little dizzy, imagining that giant hand flicking the globe.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

He says he thanks every star the we existed on the same clestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man made throughaway for intersecting dreams.