Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea? – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea? – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind. – Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I dont despise it. But it cant quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it. – Georges Bernanos