Quotes About Solemn

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

is the soul's retiring of itself, that by a serious and solemn thinking upon God, the heart may be raised up to heavenly affections.

He has seen and felt how solemn a thing it was to approach the gate of death, to enter the presence of God; and from that awful point of vision, he has contemplated the world, and life, and human responsibility, as they are; and he has come back like a spirit from another sphere, clothed with all the solemnities of eternity; to live now as one soon in reality to be there.

Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

Slowly, Gobber stood up. Carefully, he removed his helmet from his head, and placed it very gently on the chest of the dead Goliath.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

I wanted you to understand right away how committed I am to you...That you are the only one

See no one loves you more than me...and no one ever will

Always, even on a solemn occasion like this, an undercurrent of laughter in her voice. She possessed a keen sense of the fundamental absurdity of life.

To hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left.

And Sunny crawled around solemnly biting each of Edgar and Albert's shoes, leaving small teeth marks in each one so she would not be forgotten.

Abdication, a great brass bell, solemn, resonant, deafening.

Safeguarding life at every stage is a solemn responsibility, one that Hoosiers have entrusted me to uphold.

The Word of God is too sacred a thing, and preaching too solemn a work, to be toyed and played with.

My own one, I have never loved anyone in the world but you.

De nadie seré, solo de ti. Hasta que mis huesos se vuelvan cenizas y mi corazón deje de latir.

and the bells kept on tolling, tolling as they gathered

ponderously

I'm not laughing. I'm not laughing at all. I'm doing the other thing.

I've never felt this way before…..only with you.

One of the strangest peculiarities in the humbler ranks of the English people, is the sort of solemn relish which they have for talking of their own misfortunes. To be the objects of a calamity of any kind, seems to raise them in their own estimations.

The solemn servant was far too highly trained to betray the slightest satisfaction.

Our errors are surely not such awfully solemn things. In a world where we are so certain to incur them in spite of all our caution, a certain lightness of heart seems healthier than this excessive nervousness on their behalf.

A solemn state of mind is never crude or simple—it seems to contain a certain measure of its own opposite in solution. A solemn joy preserves a sort of bitter in its sweetness; a solemn sorrow is one to which we intimately consent.