“How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.”
Thomas Harris (1940) American author and screenwriter
Poem The Splendid Spur http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-splendid-spur/
“How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.”
Thomas Harris (1940) American author and screenwriter
Douglas Reeman (1924–2017) British author
For My Country's Freedom, Cap 13 "Loneliness"
Isaac D'Israeli (1766–1848) British writer
Source: The Literary Character, Illustrated by the History of Men of Genius (1795–1822), Ch. III.
Julia Ward Howe (1819–1910) American abolitionist, social activist, and poet
Published version, in the Atlantic Monthly (February 1862).
The Battle Hymn of the Republic (1861)
Stephen Crane (1871–1900) American novelist, short story writer, poet, and journalist
Source: Complete Poems of Stephen Crane
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
The Ragged Wood http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1673/ <br class="br">In The Seven Woods (1904) <br class="br">Context: p>O hurry where by water among the trees<br>The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,<br>When they have but looked upon their images--<br>Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed<br>Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,<br>When the sun looked out of his golden hood?--<br>O that none ever loved but you and I!O hurry to the ragged wood, for there<br>I will drive all those lovers out and cry—<br>O my share of the world, O yellow hair!<br>No one has ever loved but you and I.</p
“Nowadays people are born to find fault. When they look at Achilles, they see only his heel.”
Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach (1830–1916) Austrian writer
Die jetzigen Menschen sind zum tadeln geboren. Vom ganzen Achilles sehen sie nur die Ferse.
Source: Aphorisms (1880/1893), p. 19.