“In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.”
Joseph Conrad (1857–1924) Polish-British writer
The Arrow of Gold http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext97/argld10h.htm (1919), Author's note,
The Last Charge
“In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom.”
Joseph Conrad (1857–1924) Polish-British writer
The Arrow of Gold http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext97/argld10h.htm (1919), Author's note,
“Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.”
Oliver Goldsmith The Deserted Village
Source: The Deserted Village (1770), Line 344.
Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) British writer
Gebir, Book I (1798). Compare: "Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed/ Mysterious union with his native sea", William Wordsworth, The Excursion (1814), Book iv. Wordsworth's prompted Landor to comment, "Poor shell! that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a hospital", Walter Savage Landor, Letter to John Forster.
“I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.”
Robinson Jeffers (1887–1962) American poet
"Shine, Perishing Republic" (1939)
“Allow the fruit to fall and rot, in order to receive more.”
Mwanandeke Kindembo (1996) Congolese author
“My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.”
Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) English novelist and poet
Source: Tess of the D'Urbervilles