Eliphas Levi (1810–1875) French writer
Book Two: The Royal Mystery or the Art of Subduing the Powers, Chapter V: The Outer Darkness
The Great Secret: or Occultism Unveiled
A Man From Lebanon: Nineteen Centuries Afterward
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: You laughed for the marrow in their bones that was not yet ready for laughter;
And you wept for their eyes that yet were dry.
Your voice fathered their thoughts and their understanding.
Your voice mothered their words and their breath.
Eliphas Levi (1810–1875) French writer
Book Two: The Royal Mystery or the Art of Subduing the Powers, Chapter V: The Outer Darkness
The Great Secret: or Occultism Unveiled
Edmund Burke (1729–1797) Anglo-Irish statesman
Works of Edmund Burke Volume ii, p. 117
Second Speech on Conciliation with America (1775)
“Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.”
Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas (1544–1590) French writer
Second Week, Fourth Day, Book ii.
La Seconde Semaine (1584)
“He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone.”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
A Prayer For Old Age http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1423/, st. 1. <br class="br">A Full Moon in March (1935) <br class="br">Context: God guard me from those thoughts men think<br>In the mind alone;<br>He that sings a lasting song<br>Thinks in a marrow-bone.
“Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.”
Tom Schulman (1950) American film director, screenwriter
Source: Dead Poets Society
“I am a Russian, Russian, Russian, to the marrow of my bones.”
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840–1893) Russian composer
quoted in Geoffrey Hindley, The Larousse Encyclopedia of Music (1982) ISBN 0896731014
“Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There’s something in this richness that I hate.”
Elinor Wylie book Nets to Catch the Wind
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Nets to Catch the Wind (1921), Wild Peaches
Context: Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There’s something in this richness that I hate.
I love the look, austere, immaculate,
Of landscapes drawn in pearly monotones.
There’s something in my very blood that owns
Bare hills, cold silver on a sky of slate,
A thread of water, churned to milky spate
Streaming through slanted pastures fenced with stones.
“Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.”
Wendell Berry (1934) author
"Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" in Farming: A Hand Book (1970).
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