Book I, Ch. 20
Attributed
Not lost but gone before (c. 1863).
“Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?”
Choric Song, st. 4
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
Context: Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence; ripen, fall and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
1840s, Heroes and Hero-Worship (1840), The Hero as Prophet
“The Green Belt is a Labour achievement — and we mean to build on it.”
Remark on BBC Radio (19 January 1998), quoted in "Passing Comment", The Times (31 January 1998)
La poétique de l'espace (The Poetics of Space) (1958)
Source: It (1986), Ch. 16 : Eddie's Bad Break, §8
Context: Maybe, he thought, there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends — maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.
“Build your nest upon no tree here, for ye see that God hath sold the forest to death.”
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 206.
As quoted in Words on Wellington (1889), by Sir William Fraser, p. 163.
The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci (1883), XX Humorous Writings
