“Be still:
There is no longer any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.”

—  Thomas Merton

Last update June 3, 2021. History

Help us to complete the source, original and additional information

Do you have more details about the quote "Be still: There is no longer any need of comment. It was a lucky wind That blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky s…" by Thomas Merton?
Thomas Merton photo
Thomas Merton92
Priest and author 1915–1968

Related quotes

“The waters were his winding sheet, the sea was made for his tomb;
Yet for his fame the ocean sea, was not sufficient room.”

Richard Barnfield (1574–1627) English poet

Epitaph on Hawkins (1595).

Henry James photo

“The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.”

Henry James book The Ambassadors

The Ambassadors (1903), book V, ch. II.
Context: Live all you can — it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?.. What one loses one loses; make no mistake about that... The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.. Live!

Charles Dibdin photo

“Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
Though winds blew great guns, still he ’d whistle and sing;
Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.”

Charles Dibdin (1745–1814) British musician, songwriter, dramatist, novelist and actor

The Sailor’s Consolation. A song with this title, beginning, "One night came on a hurricane", was written by William Pitt, of Malta, who died in 1840.

“The universe does not care whether man unlocks its secrets or leaves them closed. Water does not care whether man bathes in it or drowns in it; whether it waters his fields or washes them away. If man masters its laws and utilizes his knowledge, water becomes a force in his favor. But enemy or servant, water does not care.”

Mark Clifton book They'd Rather Be Right

Source: They'd Rather Be Right (1954), p. 48.

Colum McCann photo

“It was so much like having sex with the wind. It complicated things and blew away and softly separated and slid back around him. The wire was about pain too: it would always be there, jutting into his feet, the weight of the bar, the dryness of the throat, the throb of his arms, but the joy was losing the pain so that it no longer mattered. So too with his breathing. He wanted his breath to enter the wire so that he was nothing. This sense of losing himself. Every nerve. Every cuticle. He hit it on the towers. The logic became unfixed. It was the point where there was no time. The wind was blowing and his body could have experienced it years in advance.”

Colum McCann book Let the Great World Spin

Let the Great World Spin (2009), The Ringing Grooves of Change

Robert Greene photo

“The mighty lion toys with the mouse that crosses his path—any other reaction would mar his fearsome reputation.”

Robert Greene book The 48 Laws of Power

Source: The 48 Laws of Power

“Many years ago I was a boy drowning in the sea. I am always drowning in the sea… down amongst the dead men, deep down. There is a peace in the sea back down to our origins… when the last man has taken his breath the sea will still be remaining. It washes everything clean. It holds within it forever the boy suspended in its body and the streaming hair and the open eyes.”

Dennis Nilsen (1945–2018) British serial killer

As quoted by Brian Masters (2011), Killing for Company, Random House, p. 49, ISBN 1446428737

“A batsman given to run-stealing need not open his mouth to gain the reputation of a wit.”

Herbert Farjeon (1879–1972) American playwright, theater manager, critic, and researcher (1887–1945)

Herbert Farjeon's Cricket Bag

Anthony Burgess photo

“Grimaldi and a sixteen-year-old girl still at Hollywood High. He was a good journalist but he was going to die soon. At fifty he was on a bottle and a half of Californian brandy a day and four packs of Lucky Strike. His clothes smelt as though they were seeped in tobacco juice. His white forlock was stained with it…”

Anthony Burgess (1917–1993) English writer

Fiction, Earthly Powers (1980)

Related topics