Pale Quotes

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon

Other things titillate me more keenly than the pale pleasures of marriage.

These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives.

History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.

There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!

When you finally figure out what you really want, everything else pales in comparison.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

There really is no such thing as race.

Preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

With that malignant envy which turns pale, And sickens, even if a friend prevail.

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.

Leaders are not pale reflectors of major social conflicts; they play up some, play down others, ignore still others.

I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths and skies and seas around, And in my day the sun doth pale his light.

Cities at daybreak are no one's, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the train picking up speed.

With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years.

Perfect isn't normal, nor is it interesting. I have no features without makeup. I am pale. I have blond lashes. You could just paint my face - it's like a blank canvas. It can be great for what I do.

one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance , the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe are challenged by this point of pale light.

I'd like to be an original, to be myself and not a pale copy of anyone else.

Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale And silent, settles into full revenge.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.

Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

Your problems pale in comparison with those of the millions of people in the world who do not have enough to eat.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.

Earth is only a pale version of heaven, not the other way around.

I was always pale. And I'm glad that I can be open about my paleness now.

But as I see it, the most corrupt art is the sentimental the art of orange blossoms which make pale women swoon.

The first pale blossom of the unripened year.

The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale in insignificance.

Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight. But roaring Bill, who killed him, thought it right.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see, Nor is she spoiled, I take it, if a crown Completes the forehead pale and tresses pure.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

Why so pale and wan, fond lover, Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

The worst excesses of the Congress of the 1980s pale in comparison with what is going on in Washington today.

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

Wherever I find envy I take a pleasure in provoking it: I always praise before an envious man those who make him grow pale.

I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried- "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

Everything pales in comparison to deer.

If she undervalues me, What care I how fair she be?

And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .

For pale and trembling anger rushes in With faltering speech, and eyes that wildly stare, Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas, Desperate and armed with more than human strength.