Warwick Deeping > Quotes

“She lay still awhile, and let her thoughts dance like the motes in the shimmer of sunlight that stole in between the branches.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“Night was in the sky, night in her winter austerity - keen, clear, a-glitter with stars as though her robe were spangled with cosmic frost.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“Her grace, her infinite tenderness, the purity of her, were all set about his soul like angels round a dreamer's bed.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“From that day on they lived together as equals, united by their great love for each other.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine / Love Among the Ruins / The Slanderers

“She climbed out, and stood like a water nymph, her body agleam and asparkle with its dew, her skin like rare silk, smooth as a star's glance. Down fell her hair like smoke. She stretched her arms to the moon, and laughed, aglow with the warmth gotten of her swim.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“The black moth night had come into the sky with his golden-spotted wings all spread.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“Men can love a tree, a cottage, a stream ; Flavian loved Avalon as being the temple of the unutterable memories of the past.”
― Warwick Deeping, Love Among the Ruins

“Colour shifted upon the bosom of the sea. Blue, green, and grey it would sweep into the west, netted gold with the sun, banded with foam, or spread with purple beneath the drifting shadow of a cloud.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“I think my whole soul was made for beauty, my whole desire born for fair and lovely things. You will smile at me for a dreamer, but often my thoughts seem to fly through forests - marvellous green glooms all drowned in moonlight. I love to hear the wind, to watch the great oaks battling, to see the sea one laugh of gold. Every sunset harrows me into a moan of woe. I can sing to the stars at night - songs such as the woods weave from the voice of a gentle wind, dew-ladened, green, and lovely. Sometimes I feel faint for sheer love of this fair earth.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

“scuffled with life in his shirt-sleeves.”
― Warwick Deeping, Old Pybus by Warwick Deeping: A Story of Art, Ambition, and Relationships

“...a good soldier should ride into Paradise bearing the soul of the woman he loved.”
― Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine