Pale Quotes - Page 13

• No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

  John Milton

  Cells, Inspire, Priests

  John Milton (1844). “I. Prose Works: Poetical works. II.”

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• At times it seemed unfair that I should be paid for my work; for driving out in the early morning with the fields glittering under the first pale sunshine and the wisps of mist still hanging on the high tops.

  James Herriot

  Morning, Sunshine, Hanging On

  James Herriot (2011). “All Creatures Great and Small”, p.210, Open Road Media

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• Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

  Ella Maillart

  Sunshine, Ice, Gliding

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• I venture to say that every man who is not presumably incapacitated by some consideration of personal unfitness or of political danger is morally entitled to come within the pale of the Constitution.

  William E. Gladstone

  Men, Political, Venture

  1864 House of Commons, 11 May.

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• I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!

  John Keats

  Kings, Warrior, Dames

  "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" l. 37 (1820)

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• See how the world (whose chaste and pregnant womb Of late conceiv'd, and brought forth nothing ill) Is now degenerated, and become A base adult'ress, whose false births do fill The earth with monsters, monsters that do roam And rage about, and make a trade to kill: Now glutt'ny paunches, and avarice a pawn; Pale envy pines, pride swells, and sloth begins to yawn.

  Francis Quarles

  Pride, Envy, Sloth

  Francis Quarles, Joseph Swain, Edmund Evans (1861). “Quarles' Emblems”, p.12

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• How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready or not falling into submission? How many roses in early summer uncurling above the pale sands then falling back in unfathomable willingness? And what can you say? Glory to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields, and to joy. And to grief's shock and torpor, its near swoon.

  Mary Oliver

  Summer, Grief, Fall

  Mary Oliver (2017). “Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver”, p.132, Penguin

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• I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky. Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch One color, one glinting flash, of the splendor of things.

  Robinson Jeffers

  Hate, Twilight, Curves

  Robinson Jeffers, Tim Hunt (1988). “The Collected Poetry of Robinson Jeffers: 1928-1938”, p.410, Stanford University Press

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• Fashions pass quickly, and nothing is more pathetic than those puppets of fashion outrageously made up one day, pale the next, pleated or ironed stiff, libertine or ascetic. Playing with fashion is an art. The first rule is don't burn your wings.

  Yves Saint Laurent

  Fashion, Art, Wings

  Yves Saint Laurent (1983). “Catalog of the Exhibition Held at the Costume”, p.18, Metropolitan Museum of Art

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• There is an instinct for realism, a powerful drive to reproduce oneself. The fascination of photorealistic paintings lies partly in their apparent replication of life, but these are not merely replications. These paintings are often out of life scale, varying from over life-size to under life-size, from brilliant, heightened color to pale, undertone hues.

  Audrey Flack

  Powerful, Lying, Color

  Audrey Flack (1986). “Art & soul: notes on creating”, Dutton Adult

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• In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Wall, Night, Light

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.2399, Delphi Classics

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• Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.

  Walter Scott

  Flower, Pride, Dark

  Walter Scott (1821). “The Poetical Works: Lady of the lake”, p.13

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• The phantom-host has faded quite, Splendor and Terror gone-- Portent or promise--and gives way To pale, meek Dawn.

  Herman Melville

  Giving, Promise, Way

  Herman Melville (1866). “Battle-pieces and aspects of the war [poems].”, p.148

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• Together, the property rights and public choice schools show only that, if you start by assuming a purely individualistic model of human behavior and treat politics as if it were a pale imitation of the market, democracy will, indeed, make no sense.

  Paul Starr

  School, Rights, Choices

  "The Meaning Of Privatization". Yale Law & Policy Review, Volume 6, 1988.

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• The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

  Willa Cather

  Sunset, Winter, Light

  Willa Cather (2013). “The Best of Willa Cather”, p.574, Simon and Schuster

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• I want to be the apostle of self destruction. I want my book to affect man's reason, his emotions, his nerves, his whole animal nature. I should like my book to make people turn pale with horror as they read it, to affect them like a drug, like a terrifying dream, to drive them mad, to make them curse and hate me but still to read me.

  Leonid Andreyev

  Dream, Hate, Book

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• Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,
  Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands,
  Silent above the flowers, her children lost,
  Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Summer, Children, Flower

  "Ode". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

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• I have added some ploughmen to the landscape form the park pales which is a great help, but I must try and warm the picture a little more if I can... but I look to do a great deal better in future. I am determined to finish a small picture in the spot for every one I intend to make in future. But this I have always talked about but never yet done - I think however my mind is more settled and determined than ever on this point.

  John Constable

  Thinking, Mind, Trying

  Letter to John Dunthorne (14 February 1814), as quoted in "Constable", p. 151, 1993.

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• There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.

  Willa Cather

  Spring, Sunshine, Clouds

  Willa Cather (2013). “The Best of Willa Cather”, p.551, Simon and Schuster

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• If once a woman breaks through the barriers of decency, her ease is desperate; and if she goes greater lengths than the men, and leaves the pale of propriety farther behind her, it is because she is aware that all return is prohibited, and by none so strongly as by her own sex.

  Charles Caleb Colton

  Sex, Men, Break Through

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• I'm pale-skinned so I don't feel at my best on a beach.

  Clive Anderson

  Beach, Feels

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• In Heaven's happy bowers
  There blossom two flowers,
  One with fiery glow
  And one as white as snow;
  While lo! before them stands,
  With pale and trembling hands,
  A spirit who must choose
  One, and one refuse.

  Richard Watson Gilder

  Flower, Hands, Two

  Richard Watson Gilder (1885). “Lyrics”

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• For pale and trembling anger rushes in
  With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare,
  Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas,
  Desperate and armed with more than human strength.

  John Armstrong

  Anger, Eye, Sea

  John Armstrong, John Dyer (1858). “The Poetical Works of Armstrong, Dyer, and Green: With Memoirs, and Critical Dissertations”, p.63

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• What avails it that indulgent Heaven
  From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come,
  If we, ingenious to torment ourselves,
  Grow pale at hideous fictions of our own?
  Enjoy the present; nor which needless cares
  Of what may spring from blind misfortune's womb,
  Appal the surest hour that life bestows.
  Serence, and master of yourself, prepare
  For what may come; and leave the rest to Heaven.

  John Armstrong

  Spring, Eye, Heaven

  John Armstrong (2011). “John Armstrong's The Art of Preserving Health: Eighteenth-century Sensibility in Practice”, p.116, Ashgate Publishing, Ltd.

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• A pretty woman's worth some pains to see,
  Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown
  Completes the forehead pale and tresses pure.

  Robert Browning

  Pain, Women, Pretty Woman

  Robert Browning (1863). “Paracelsus. Pippa passes. King Victor and King Charles. Colombe's birthday”, p.316

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