Quotes
Quotes - Coleridge
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
. . . So often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
While many a glowworm in the shade Lights up her love torch.
Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things, As steps that upwards to their Father's throne Lead gradual.
Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor. -Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time.
Those holies of themselves a shape As of an arbor took.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house, A cottage of gentility! And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
Silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into day through twilight.
Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
Pedantry consists in the use of words unsuitable to the time, place, and company.
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
The merry lark he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him. He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him.
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
He holds him with his glittering eye-- . . . . And listens like a three years' child.
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Blest hour! It was a luxury--to be!
