Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools
"The Buried Life" (1852), st. 6
Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) English poet and cultural critic who worked as an inspector of schools
"The Buried Life" (1852), st. 6
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.”
Robert Fulghum book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
Source: All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (1986)
Context: Yelling at living things does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
“Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.”
Jean Paul Sartre book Being and Nothingness
Source: Being and Nothingness
Margaret George (1943) American writer
Source: The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers
“a waiting, stagnant darkness, thick and silent as the ocean deeps”
José Saramago book All the Names
uma escuridão parada à espera, espessa e silenciosa como o fundo do mar
Source: All the Names (1997), p. 107
Khalil Gibran book Jesus, The Son of Man
A Man From Lebanon: Nineteen Centuries Afterward
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: Master, Master Poet,
Master of our silent desires,
The heart of the world quivers with the throbbing of your heart,
But it burns not with your song.
The world sits listening to your voice in tranquil delight,
But it rises not from its seat
To scale the ridges of your hills.
Man would dream your dream but he would not wake to your dawn
Which is his greater dream.
He would see with your vision,
But he would not drag his heavy feet to your throne.
Yet many have been enthroned in your name
And mitred with your power,
And have turned your golden visit
Into crowns for their head and sceptres for their hand.
The Divine Commodity: Discovering A Faith Beyond Consumer Christianity (2009, Zondervan)
Robert Fulghum book All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (1986)
“You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”
Fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum donec requiescat in te.
Aurelius Augustinus book Confessions
I, 1
Confessions (c. 397)