Author: Judith Kinghorn
Cites
- Henry James (1)
- IN: The Memory of Lost Senses (2013) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Italy was mostly an emotion and the emotion naturally centred in Rome. Rome, before 1870, was seductive beyond resistance... shadows breathed and glowed, full of soft forms felt by lost senses.
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- Jane Austen (1)
- IN: The Memory of Lost Senses (2013) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannic, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.
FROM: Mansfield Park, (1814), Novel, UK
- Edward Thomas (1)
- IN: The Echo Twilight (2017) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: Things will happen which will trample and pierce, but I shall go on, something that is here and there like the wind, something unconquerable, something not to be separated from the dark earth and the light sky, a strong citizen of infinity and eternity.
FROM: The Stile, (1911), Short Story, UK
- William Henry Davies (1)
- IN: The Last Summer (2012) Fiction, British
EPIGRAPH: What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and care.
FROM: Leisure Poem, (1911), Poem, UK