“You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.”
James Joyce (1882–1941) Irish novelist and poet
Exiles (1915), Act II http://www.robotwisdom.com/jaj/exiles2.html
“Heaven forgets, or tolerates—waiting for you to reform.”
Balsamo the Magician (or The Memoirs of a Physician) by Alex. Dumas (1891)
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Page 278.
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“Nice philosophy
May tolerate unlikely arguments,
But heaven admits no jest.”
John Ford (dramatist) (1586–1639) dramatist
Act I, sc. i.
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“But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.”
Robert Graves (1895–1985) English poet and novelist
"The Cottage".
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)
Context: Through the window I can see
Rooks above the cherry-tree,
Sparrows in the violet bed,
Bramble-bush and bumble-bee,
And old red bracken smoulders still
Among boulders on the hill,
Far too bright to seem quite dead.
But old Death, who can't forget,
Waits his time and watches yet,
Waits and watches by the door.
“I'll wait for all my young people in heaven.”
John Bosco (1815–1888) Italian Roman Catholic priest, educator and writer