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“I have a need of silence and of stars.
Too much is said too loudly. I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard…”
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Too much is said too loudly. I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard…”
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“To the mind that could dream and shape our beaconed universe, what is injustice to us may be unfathomable tenderness, and our horror only loveliness misunderstood.”
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
“A little while and the living town, this tiny world of mine, will all be here, tucked under the same dark blanket, cosily together. Another little while and the last of us, those I loved and those I disapproved will be sharing oblivion, for no one will remember any of us.”
― Lanterns on the Levee
― Lanterns on the Levee
“They ask little, for they know it is little they will receive for all their asking, but what little is so dear, as it always is to the autumn-hearted who know life is pitiful and infinitely sweet.”
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“The good die when they should live, the evil live when they should die; heroes perish and cowards escape; noble efforts do not succeed because they are noble, and wickedness is consumed in its own nature. Looking at truth is not at first a heartening experience--it becomes so, if at all, only with time, with infinite patience, and with the luck of a little personal happiness. ― William Alexander Percy, Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son ( LSU Press; Reprint edition, October 1, 2006)”
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
“The good die when they should live, the evil live when they should die; heroes perish and cowards escape; noble efforts do not succeed because they are noble, and wickedness is consumed in its own nature. Looking at truth is not at first a heartening experience--it becomes so, if at all, only with time, with infinite patience, and with the luck of a little personal happiness.”
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
― Lanterns on the Levee: Recollections of a Planter's Son
