These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives; for all the
scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the
grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laughing --
scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the
grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laughing --
Related:
- All things are green unless they
are not... - All of us have mortal bodies, composed of perishable matter,
but the soul lives forever: it is a portion of the... - It's a fool's life,
a rogue's life,
and a good life
if you keep laughing all the way to the grave.
Edward... - For they starve the frightened little child
Till it weeps both night and day:
And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool, And gibe... - All men are like
Arabs... - Even so, oxen, lions and horses, if they had hands wherewith to grave
images,
would fashion gods after their own shapes and give... - All men possess in their bodies a poison which acts upon serpents;
and the human saliva, it is said, makes them take to... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Baby's heads have no hair,
Old men's heads are just as bare;
Between the cradle and the grave, Lies a haircut and...
From the same category:
- Blonde:
Dumb sh*t happens... - There is no sadder sight than a young
pessimist... - It is immoral to parent irresponsibly. . . And it doesn't help matters
any when prime time TV,
like 'Murphy Brown', a character who is supposed to... - I think not, said Descartes;
and promptly disappeared... - Absence in love is like water upon fire;
a little quickens,
but much extinguishes it. -- Hannah...
