Quotes About HD Wallpapers
“...if you do not even understand what words say,
how can you expect to pass judgement
on what words conceal?”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
how can you expect to pass judgement
on what words conceal?”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
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“Writing. Love is writing.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“Words were her plague and words were her redemption.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.”
― H.D.
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;
and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;
before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.”
― H.D.
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“There's a black rose growing in your garden.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“remember the golden apple-trees;
O, do not pity them, as you watch them drop
one by one,
for they fall exhausted, numb, blind
but in certain ecstasy,
for theirs is the hunger for Paradise.”
― H.D.
O, do not pity them, as you watch them drop
one by one,
for they fall exhausted, numb, blind
but in certain ecstasy,
for theirs is the hunger for Paradise.”
― H.D.
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“...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?”
― H.D.
― H.D.
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“She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything.
She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.”
― H.D., Bid Me to Live: A Madrigal
― H.D., Bid Me to Live: A Madrigal
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“O do not weep, she says,
for ages past I was
and I endure”
― H.D.
for ages past I was
and I endure”
― H.D.
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“yet for all your arrogance
and your glance,
I tell you this:
such loss is no loss,
such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls
of blackness
such terror
is no loss;
hell is no worse than your earth
above the earth,
hell is no worse,
no, nor your flowers
nor your veins of light
nor your presence,
a loss;
my hell is no worse than yours
though you pass among the flowers and speak
with the spirits above the earth. ”
― H.D.
and your glance,
I tell you this:
such loss is no loss,
such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls
of blackness
such terror
is no loss;
hell is no worse than your earth
above the earth,
hell is no worse,
no, nor your flowers
nor your veins of light
nor your presence,
a loss;
my hell is no worse than yours
though you pass among the flowers and speak
with the spirits above the earth. ”
― H.D.
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“You can't live on nothing." "I can live on sunlight falling
across little bridges. I can live on the Botticelli-blue cornflower
pattern on the out-billowing garments of the attendant to Aphrodite and
the pattern of strawberry blossoms and the little daisies in the robe of
Primavera. I can live on the doves flying (he says) in cohorts from
the underside of the faded gilt of the balcony of Saint Mark's cathedral
and the long corridors of the Pitti Palace. I can gorge myself on Rome
and the naked Bacchus and the face like a blasted lightning-blasted
white birch that is some sort of Fury. [...] And I can live on nothing.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“I watch the white stars darken;
the day comes and the
white stars dim
and lessen
and the lights fade in the city.”
― H.D.
the day comes and the
white stars dim
and lessen
and the lights fade in the city.”
― H.D.
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“The thing she realised in that moment, that fraction of waiting,
was lost. Nothing could bring the thing back, no words could make the
thing solid and visible and therefore to be coped with. Solid and
visible form was what she had been seeking. I will put this into visible
language.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“I mean seeing the Elgin marbles this morning gave me the same
feeling and I didn’t know, don’t know whether I’m in Rome or Paris. I
mean the Louvre and the British Museum hold one together, keep one from
going to bits.”
― H.D., Asphodel
― H.D., Asphodel
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“Let us search the old highways.”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
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“grape, knife, cup, wheat / are symbols in eternity, / and every
concrete object / has abstract value, is timeless / in the dream
parallel”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
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“We're incandescent and it doesn't seem fair." "Fair?" "I mean
too much comes to some of us, not enought to all the rest of us. So few
of us to do the thinking. I mean so few of us have to be so
incandescent.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“We are voyagers, discoverers
of the not-known,
the unrecorded;
we have no map;
possibly we will reach haven,
heaven.”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
of the not-known,
the unrecorded;
we have no map;
possibly we will reach haven,
heaven.”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
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“She didn't know that all her life would be spent gambling with
the stark rigidity of words, words that were coin: save, spend and all
the time George with his own counter had found her a way out.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“I have tasted words, I have seen them. Never had her hands
reached out in darkness and felt the texture of pure marble, never had
her forehead bent forward and, as against a stone altar, felt safety. I
am now saved. Her mind could not then so specifically have seen it,
could not have said, "Now I will reveal myself in words, words may now
supercede a scheme of mathematical-biological definition. Words may be
my heritage and with words...A lady will be set back in the sky....there
was hope in a block of unsubstantiated marble, words could carve and
set up solid altars...Thought followed the wing that beat its silver
into seven-branched larch boughs.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“We strove for a name,
while the light of the lamps burnt thin
and the outer dawn came in,
a ghost, the last at the feast
or the first,
to sit within
with the two that remained
to quibble in flowers and verse
over a girl's name.”
― H.D.
while the light of the lamps burnt thin
and the outer dawn came in,
a ghost, the last at the feast
or the first,
to sit within
with the two that remained
to quibble in flowers and verse
over a girl's name.”
― H.D.
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“Pompeii has nothing to teach us,
we know crack of volcanic fissure,
slow flow of terrible lava,
pressure on heart, lungs, the brain
about to burst its brittle case
(what the skull can endure!)”
― H.D.
we know crack of volcanic fissure,
slow flow of terrible lava,
pressure on heart, lungs, the brain
about to burst its brittle case
(what the skull can endure!)”
― H.D.
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“Nothing held her, she was nothing holding to this thing: I am Hermione Gart, a failure.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“She wanted George with some uncorrelated sector of Her Gart, she
wanted George to correlate for her, life here, there. She wanted George
to define and to make definable a mirage, a reflection of some lost
incarnation, a wood maniac, a tree demon, a neuropathic
dendrophile...She wanted George to make the thing an integral, herself
integrity. She wanted George to make one of his drastic statements that
would dynamite her world away for her. She wanted this, but even as she
wanted it she let herself sink further, further, she saw that her two
hands reached toward George like the hands of a drowned girl. She knew
she was not drowned. Where others would drown-lost, suffocated in this
element-she knew that she lived. She had no complete right yet to this
element, hands struggled to be pulled out. White hands waved above the
water like sea spume or inland-growing pond flowers...She wanted George
to pull her out, she wanted George to push her in, let Her be drowned
utterly.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“Some plants, some small water creatures give a sort of jellyfish
sort of birth by breaking apart, by separating themselves from
themselves.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“I am not Undine for Undine or the Little Mermaid sold her glory
for feet. Undine (or the Little Mermaid) couldn't speak after she sold
her glory. I will not sell my glory.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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“I first tasted under Apollo’s lips,
love and love sweetness,
I, Evadne;
my hair is made of crisp violets
or hyacinth which the wind combs back
across some rock shelf;
I, Evadne,
was made of the god of light.
His hair was crisp to my mouth,
as the flower of the crocus,
across my cheek,
cool as the silver-cress
on Erotos bank;
between my chin and throat,
his mouth slipped over and over.
Still between my arm and shoulder,
I feel the brush of his hair,
and my hands keep the gold they took,
as they wandered over and over,
that great arm-full of yellow flowers.”
― H.D., Selected Poems
love and love sweetness,
I, Evadne;
my hair is made of crisp violets
or hyacinth which the wind combs back
across some rock shelf;
I, Evadne,
was made of the god of light.
His hair was crisp to my mouth,
as the flower of the crocus,
across my cheek,
cool as the silver-cress
on Erotos bank;
between my chin and throat,
his mouth slipped over and over.
Still between my arm and shoulder,
I feel the brush of his hair,
and my hands keep the gold they took,
as they wandered over and over,
that great arm-full of yellow flowers.”
― H.D., Selected Poems
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“let us not teach / what we have learned badly / and not profited by”
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
― H.D., Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall / Tribute to the Angels / The Flowering of the Rod
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“Could beauty be caught and hurt
they had done her to death with their sneers
in ages and ages past,
could beauty be sacrificed
for a thrust of a sword,
for a piece of thin money
tossed up to fall half alloy—
then beauty were dead
long, long before we saw her face.”
― H.D., Collected Poems, 1912-1944
they had done her to death with their sneers
in ages and ages past,
could beauty be sacrificed
for a thrust of a sword,
for a piece of thin money
tossed up to fall half alloy—
then beauty were dead
long, long before we saw her face.”
― H.D., Collected Poems, 1912-1944
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“There was a zone she had not explored. She could use the same
counter, the same sort of password that she used with all these people,
but she had passed over in the twinkling of an eye into another forest.
This forest was reality. There, the very speaking of the words, conjured
up answering sigil, house and barn and terrace and castle and river and
little plum tree. A whole world was open. She looked in through a wide
doorway.”
― H.D., HERmione
― H.D., HERmione
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