He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the b...uffalo times a traveller used to come upon the embers of a hunter's fire on the prairies, after the hunter was up and gone; the coals would be trampled out, but the ground was warm, and the flattened grass where he had slept and where his pony had grazed, told the story. This was the very end of the road-making West; the men who had put plains and mountains under the iron harness were old; some were poor, and even the successful ones were hunting for rest and a brief reprieve from death. It was already gone, that age; nothing could ever bring it back. The taste and smell and song of it, the visions those men had seen in the air and followed,--these he had caught in a kind of afterglow in their own faces,--and this would always be his.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, since we suffer from trying to repress it, since everything... that lives longs for rest, let us unfasten the ties that bind us to life, let us cultivate our death wish, let us develop it, water it like a plant, let it grow unhindered. Suffering and fear are born from the repression of the death wish.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Heaven grant him now some noble nook, For, rest his soul! he'd rather be... Genteelly damn'd beside a Duke, Than sav'd in vulgar company.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching;... Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking Fragments of being, while together you and I Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
cover the pale blossoms of your breast With your dim heavy hair,... And trouble with a sigh for all things longing for rest The odorous twilight there.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
These are enough Left overs to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week--... Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such a lot, Stayed up so late, attempted--quite unsuccessfully-- To love all our relatives, and in general Grossly overestimated our powers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at r...est, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from af...ar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,... For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I thought when I was a young man that I would conquer the world with truth. I thought I would lead an army greater than Alexander ...ever dreamed of. Not to conquer nations, but to liberate mankind with truth, with the golden sound of the word. But only a few of them heard, only a few of you understood. The rest of you put on black and sat in chapel. Why do you come here? Why do you? Dress your hypocrisy in black and parade before your God on Sunday. From love--no. For you've shown that your hearts are too withered to receive the love of your divine father. I know why you've come. I've seen it in your faces, Sunday after Sunday. Fear has brought you here. Horrible, superstitious fear. Fear of divine retribution. A bolt of fire from the skies. The vengeance of the Lord and the justice of God. But you have forgotten the love of Jesus. You disregard His sacrifice. Death. Fear. Flames. Horror. And black clothes. Hold your meeting then, but know if you do this in the name of good and the house of God, against Him and His word you blaspheme.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »