But he that dares not gasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le bourreau!
Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
— Un de ces grands abandonnés
Au rire éternel condamnés
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!
Similar Quote:
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality
Nay, it is Deity
Unable they that love — to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
He sat upon the rolling deck
Half away from home,
And smoke a Capstan cigarette
And watched the blue wave tipped with foam.
He had a mermaid on his arm,
And anchor on his breast,
And tattooed on his back he had
A blue bird in a nest.
Do not stand at my grave and weep -
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamonds glints on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die...
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa —
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa —
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!