Unwept Unsung Quotes & Sayings

Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung. — Walter Scott

These long-haired girls seemed to glide above all that was happening around them, tragic and separate. Like royalty in exile. I — Emma Cline

For this marked the point at which my soul was irrevocably lost; when that imaginary evil psychiatrist would have looked on in delight, knowing that he had proved beyond doubt that even the most law-abiding of men could be transformed into depraved, inhuman beasts, given the right environment and stimuli. In — David Thomas

The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored , and unsung.
Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) — Walter Scott

But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it. — Robin McKinley

Early admission programs tend to advantage the advantaged. — Derek Bok

I've seen a jillion miracles. They're all around. Every green leaf is a miracle. — Jimmy Dean

..it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help."
"That's true," I said. "Maybe I can put
a sign out front that says, 'ATTENTION
ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.'"
"'ATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,'" he corrected, straightening up. — Richelle Mead

Patriotism
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. — Walter Scott

We allowed each other a number of "philosospasms" per year; these were episodes of obsessive/compulsive behavior, often involving sexual affairs with students, or periods of deep, intricate despair, or occasionally intense political adventures which made us very vulnerable to the media and the public and caused us great discomfort. But our agreement was that we would support each other during these spasms, and would treat that momentary reality as though it were the only true reality, which, of course, in so doing, it was. — David Cronenberg