Procession Quotes

• The wit knows that his place is at the tail of a procession.

  

  Mark Twain
  • Place
  • Wit
  • Procession

• We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into the world but us...

  

  Marge Piercy
  • World
  • Hope
  • Light

• He will come up to the Capitol, as far as we know right now, by a procession probably Wednesday morning and lie in state at the Capitol Rotunda on Wednesday and Thursday, and, we think, a funeral at the National Cathedral on Friday.

  

  Dennis Hastert
  • Up
  • Morning
  • Friday

• Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

  

  George Eliot
  • History
  • Rome
  • Hemisphere

• A thousand times over, the death knell of the Bible has been sounded, the funeral procession formed, the inscription cut on the tombstone, and committal read. But somehow the corpse never stays put.

  

  Bernard Ramm
  • Death
  • Bible
  • Knell

• All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

  

  Walt Whitman
  • Universe
  • Motion
  • Procession

• From one point of view becoming is a humiliation, and from another a royal procession.

  

  Ananda Coomaraswamy
  • Becoming
  • Humiliation
  • Procession

• The long procession of men flickered before her like faces on cards quickly riffled—blurred, two-dimensional. Only their desire for her mattered.

  

  Bel Kaufman
  • Desire
  • Mattered
  • Procession

• The whole past is the procession of the present.

  

  Thomas Carlyle
  • Past
  • Present
  • Procession

• History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

  

  Emil Cioran
  • History
  • Absolutes
  • Degradation

• Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.

  

  Neltje Blanchan
  • Spring
  • Garden
  • Procession