"Dying Hymn", in Ballads, Lyrics, and Hymns (1866) p. 326.
“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.”
Un soir, l'âme du vin chantait dans les bouteilles:
"Homme, vers toi je pousse, ô cher déshérité,
Sous ma prison de verre et mes cires vermeilles."
"L'Âme du Vin" [The Soul of Wine] http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/L%E2%80%99%C3%82me_du_vin
Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)
“I will feast on enemies of Ra until my belly is full!”
“Charming,” Sadie whispered.”
Source: The Red Pyramid
“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”
The Secret of the Sea, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“My dad was so full of life, anything with him was an adventure.”
The Last Lecture (2007)
Context: My dad was so full of life, anything with him was an adventure. [Shows picture of his Dad holding a brown paper bag] I don’t know what’s in that bag, but I know it’s cool. My dad dressed up as Santa Claus, but he also did very, very significant things to help lots of people. This is a dormitory in Thailand that my mom and dad underwrote. And every year about 30 students get to go to school who wouldn’t have otherwise. This is something my wife and I have also been involved in heavily. And these are the kind of things that I think everybody ought to be doing. Helping others.
“In full light we are not even a shadow.”
En plena luz no somos ni una sombra.
Voces (1943)
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”
Opening lines.
Source: Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
