
Ela viu as palavras magoadas,
Que puderam tornar o fogo frio,
E dar descanso as almas condenadas.
tr. David Wevill
Lyric poetry, Não pode tirar-me as esperanças, Aquela triste e leda madrugada
"The Hill of Venus".
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70)
Ela viu as palavras magoadas,
Que puderam tornar o fogo frio,
E dar descanso as almas condenadas.
tr. David Wevill
Lyric poetry, Não pode tirar-me as esperanças, Aquela triste e leda madrugada
Source: Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=oopv (1754), Line 41
“Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.”
“Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger. Travel too far that road and the way is lost.”
Source: The Elfstones of Shannara
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You
“Nothing at all is lost
When life has clear purpose.”
"When You Have Purpose", as quoted in Understanding Vietnam by Neil Jamieson (University of California Press, 1995), p. 267, and in Renovating Politics in Contemporary Vietnam by Zachary Abuza (Lynne Rienner Publishers, 2001), p. 58