Top 35 Francis Thompson Quotes
#1. The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To her who loved the rose.
Francis Thompson
#2. Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.
Francis Thompson
#3. 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
#4. The three phases of Santa belief:
(1) Santa is real.
(2) Santa isn't real.
(3) Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Alton Thompson
#5. But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold; In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.
Francis Thompson
#6. Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.
Francis Thompson
#7. The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book is, because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end.
Stephen King
#9. If you love me, you will save yourself the now. Do not so willingly put your death on my conscience." As
J.R. Ward
#10. In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.
Francis Thompson
#11. Let us listen to the voices of our Forebears ... In the smoky cabin, souls that wish us well are murmuring.
Leopold Sedar Senghor
#12. Nothing - the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.
Aldous Huxley
#16. 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
#17. There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.
Francis Thompson
#18. Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Francis Thompson
#19. And human love needs human meriting:
How has thou merited-
Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot?
Alack, thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee
Save Me, save only Me?
Francis G. Thompson
#20. The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
Francis Thompson
#21. Virginity, like all monstrosities, possesses special riches and its own absorbing grandeur. Among the chaste, life forces are economized and thus gain in resistance and durability.
Honore De Balzac
#23. O hope, most futile of futilities!
Thine iron summons comes again,
O inevadible Pain!
Francis Thompson
#24. A dog, I will maintain, is a very tolerable judge of beauty, as appears from the fact that any liberally educated dog does, in a general way, prefer a woman to a man.
Francis Thompson
#25. I have seven children by six different mothers. Maybe success was too good to me.
Eazy-E
#26. Babies breathe a lot more rapidly than adults do, and what's more, they're also growing quickly and so they're absorbing lots more into the body and they're more fragile in terms of development and so on.
Francis Thompson
#29. Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
Francis Thompson
#30. Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Francis Thompson
#31. The locus of Francis's "mysticism," his belief that he could have direct contact with God, was in the Mass, not in nature or even in service to the poor.
Augustine Thompson
#32. There is no problem that greater consciousness and compassion, enjoined with positive resolve of will cannot solve.
Bryant McGill
#33. All things by immortal power,
Near or far,
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a flower
Without troubling of star.
Francis G. Thompson
#34. Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
Francis Thompson
#35. 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 ways
Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears
I hid from him, and under running laughter.
Francis G. Thompson
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