William Davenant Quotes

It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses where the sweet birds sing.

My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.

White Pond and Walden are great crystals on the surface of the earth, Lakes of Light.... They are too pure to have a market value;they contain no muck. How much more beautiful than our lives, how much more transparent than our characters are they! We never learned meanness of them.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful.

I was a God-fearing child, innocent and physically attractive.

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

In a city [world] as dirty as this, You gather up, save, and show me Purely beautiful things.

She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant's tusk.

The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world, and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.

A small child has no ambitions, he has no desires. He is so absorbed in the moment - a bird on the wing catches his eye so totally; just a butterfly, its beautiful colors, and he is enchanted; the rainbow in the sky... and he cannot conceive that there can be anything more significant, richer than this rainbow. And the night full of stars, stars beyond stars... Innocence is rich, it is full, it is pure.

How beautiful is modesty! It winneth upon all beholders; but a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been for thee.

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

The world was beautiful when looked at in this way-without any seeking, so simple, so childlike.

Fair as a lily, and not only the pride of life, but the desire of his eyes

To virginity is awarded the tribute of the highest beauty

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.

Lois and Alexander are by far the most beautiful creatures in the class; their beauty is like the beauty of plants, seemingly untroubled by vanity, anxiety or effort.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

So his life has flowed, From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure, Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill, May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Beautiful things spoil nothing.

C. albus...I think the very loveliest of all the lily family - a spotless soul, plant saint, that every one must love and so be made better. It puts the wildest mountaineer on his good behavior. With this plant the whole world would seem rich though non other existed.