Thomas Moore Quotes (81 Quotes)

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

Love turns to fire.

Oh for the swords of former time!

Family life is full of major and minor crises -- the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, and divorce -- and all kinds of characters. It is tied to places and events and histories. With all of these felt details, life etches i

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

Every season hath its pleasures Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures Brighten Autumn's soberer time.

This is the right time, and this is the right thing.

As soon as (the searchers) identified them as two black guys, they left. They were looking for two white guys and one black guy from Philadelphia, and that's the way it's been for 41 years.

Education is not the piling on of learning, information, data, facts, skills, or abilities - that's training or instruction - but is rather making visible what is hidden as a seed.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.

The garden reconciles human art and wild nature, hard work and deep pleasure, spiritual practice and the material world. It is a magical place because it is not divided. The many divisions and polarizations that terrorize a disenchanted world find peaceful accord among mossy rock walls, rough stone paths, and trimmed bushes. Maybe a garden sometimes seems fragile, for all its earth and labor, because it achieves such an extraordinary delicate balance of nature and human life, naturalness and artificiality. It has its own liminality, its point of balance between great extremes.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

Weep on and as thy sorrows flow, I'll taste the luxury of woe.

I have a garden of my own, Shining with flowers of every hue I loved it dearly while alone, But I shall love it more with your And there the golden bees shall come, In summer time at the break of morn, And wake us with their busy hum Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Yes, loving is a painful thrill And not to love more painful still But oh, it is the worst of pain, To love and not be loved again.

I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.

The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Ah, dream too full of saddening truth!

If it's too good to be true, they are probably the wrong thing to take,

Yet still thy features wore that light,
Which fleets not with the breath;
And life ne'er look'd more truly bright
Than in thy smile of death, Mary!

No man, however great, is known to everybody and no man, however solitary, is known to nobody.

I was surprised. With all the cop cars, I thought someone was in trouble. I heard the sirens and wondered what is going on.

The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.

Not more the rose, the queen of flowers, Out blushes all the bloom of bower, Than she unrivalled grace discloses The sweetest rose, where all are roses.

When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Though the sea, where thou embarkest,
Offers now no friendly shore,
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

The young May moon is beaming, love.

True change takes place in the imagination.

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near And I said, 'If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.'

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

And music, toodear music that can touch Beyond all else the soul that loves it much Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream.

I reflected how soon in the cup of desire The pearl of the soul may be melted away How quickly, alas, the pure sparkle of fire We inherit from heaven, may be quenched in the clay.

Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.

The Chrysler's got some real classic things in the history of photography - things that everyone would like to have - plus a lot of great contemporary work. And it's built that collection from virtually nothing into one that's world-class.

From thence the beasts be brought in, killed and clean washed by the hands of their bondsmen. For they permit not their free citizens to accustom themselves to the killing of beasts, through the use whereof they think clemency, the gentlest affection of our nature, by little and little to decay and perish.

When the light of my song is o'er,
Then take my harp to your ancient hall;
Hang it up at that friendly door,
Where weary travellers love to call.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a rougue to retire upon.

The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.