In this unbelievable universe in which we live, there are no absolutes. Even parallel lines, reaching into infinity, meet somewhere yonder.
Quotes about yonder (16 Quotes)
Burke said that there were Three Estates in Parliament but, in the Reporters' Gallery yonder, there sat a Fourth Estate, more important far than they all.
The true men of old were not afraid when they stood alone in their views. No great exploits. No plans. If they failed, no sorrow. No self-congratulation in success.... The true men of old knew no lust for life, no dread of death. Their entrance was without gladness, their exit, yonder, without resistance. Easy come, easy go. They did not forget where from, nor ask where to, nor drive grimly forward fighting their way through life. They took life as it came, gladly took death as it came, without care and went away, yonder. Yonder They had no mind to fight Tao. They did not try by their own contriving, to help Tao along. These are the ones we call true men. Minds free, thoughts gone. Brows clear, faces serene.
Pray look better, Sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.
Titinius, if thou lovest me,
Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurs in him,
Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops
And here again, that I may rest assured
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
ROMEO But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love.
How beautiful is night A dewy freshness fills the silent air No mist obscures nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. 'Now they are all on their knees,' An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearth-side ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. So fair a fancy few would weave In these years yet, I feel If someone said on Christmas Eve, 'Come see the oxen kneel, In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know,' I should go with him in the gloom, Hoping it might be so.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
If certain, when this life was out --
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity --
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height; What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity.
Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East.