Thanatopsis By William Quotes & Sayings

There are two kinds of characters in all fiction, the born and the synthetic. If the writer has to ask himself questions - is he tall, is he short? - he had better quit. — Rex Stout

Share & enjoy life, the universe & everything — Douglas Adams

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life. — Mahmoud Darwish

I am a believer in the fundamental doctrines of Christianity. — Joseph Lister

[Thanatopsis] was written in 1817, when Bryant was 23. Had he died then, the world would have thought it had lost a great poet. But he lived on. — William C. Bryant

You know what awareness is only when you are aware. Awareness is the perception of your presence in the now. — Ilchi Lee

What are sisters for if not to point out the things the rest of the world is too polite to mention. — Claire Cook

Remember the importance of phrases ... a piece of something, an entry, a moment, a mark. This adjusts the pressure of the giant task of creating the perfect masterwork. — Sara Genn

I am obsessed with good buying books — Lailah Gifty Akita

Damn, this op has been like a fucking Love Boat episode. — Suzanne Brockmann

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Thanatopsis — William Cullen Bryant

The invisible and the non-existent look very much alike. — Delos McKown

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word.
One word. — Patrick Ness

The problem with this world is that it doesn't fit. It — Max Lucado