Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The day when efficacy would prevail over truth will never come for the Church, for then the gates of hell would have prevailed against her.
Jacques Maritain
In lean times, you get plenty of sleep, and you're not flying around everywhere.
J. K. Simmons
She walked beside Jared, four inches of rain-dashed darkness between her hanging wrist and his.
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"You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you".
Catherynne M. Valente
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Alfred Lord Tennyson