he dared to explore
he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Withered
Vain are the thousand
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main. Emily Bronte
A life of mere
A life of mere pleasure! A little while, in the spring-time of the senses, in the sunshine of prosperity, in the jubilee of health, it may seem well enough. But how insufficient, how mean, how terrible when age comes, and sorrow, and death! A life of pleasure! What does it look like when these great … Read more
No matter what we
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel Edwin Arlington Robinson
Faith, and hope, and
Faith, and hope, and patience and all the strong, beautiful, vital forces of piety are withered and dead in a prayerless life. The life of the individual believer, his personal salvation, and personal Christian graces have their being, bloom, and fruitage in prayer. Edward McKendree Bounds
…to return to their
…to return to their ‘native soil,’ as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. Fyodor Dostoevsky
But like infection is
But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere–until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection… Thus spoke Zarathustra. Friedrich Nietzsche
Violent excitement exhausts the
Violent excitement exhausts the mind and leaves it withered and sterile. Francois Fenelon
Death, lonely death, Beneath
Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves. Federico Garcia Lorca
France was a land,
France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter – it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before … Read more