Thomas Moore Quotes

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But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

Thomas Moore
The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

Thomas Moore
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Thomas Moore
I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world,
A heart that was humble might hope for it here."

Thomas Moore
When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Thomas Moore
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Thomas Moore
By confronting us with irreducible mysteries that stretch our daily vision to include infinity, nature opens an inviting and guiding path toward a spiritual life.

Thomas Moore
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

Thomas Moore
Oh, call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.

Thomas Moore
As half in shade and half in sun
This world along its path advances,
May that side the sun's upon
Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Thomas Moore
Food is an implement of magic, and only the most coldhearted rationalist could squeeze the juices of life out of it and make it bland. In a true sense, a cookbook is the best source of psychological advice and the kitchen the first choice of room for a therapy of the world.

Thomas Moore
Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.

Thomas Moore
I feel like one,
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!

Thomas Moore
A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

Thomas Moore
Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips.

Thomas Moore
If thou would'st have me sing and play
As once I play'd and sung,
First take this time-worn lute away,
And bring one freshly strung.

Thomas Moore
To live with them is far less sweet
Than to remember thee.

Thomas Moore
Becoming a person of deeply grounded and rich imagination may be more desirable than being healthy, politically savvy, or well informed.

Thomas Moore
There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream,
And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;
In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream,
To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.

Thomas Moore
Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I 'll taste the luxury of woe.

Thomas Moore
Yet, who can help loving the land that has taught us
Six hundred and eighty-five ways to dress eggs?

Thomas Moore
There is nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dreams.

Thomas Moore
Who has not felt how sadly sweet
The dream of home, the dream of home,
Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,
When far o'er sea or land we roam?

Thomas Moore
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

Thomas Moore
Thus, when the lamp that lighted
The traveller at first goes out,
He feels awhile benighted,
And looks around in fear and doubt.
But soon, the prospect clearing,
By cloudless starlight on he treads,
And thinks no lamp so cheering
As that light which Heaven sheds.

Thomas Moore
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I've seen my fondest hope decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 'twas the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die.

Thomas Moore
The moon looks
On many brooks,
"The brook can see no moon but this."

Thomas Moore
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

Thomas Moore
My Birthday! what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears;
And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.

Thomas Moore
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future,—two eternities!

Thomas Moore