Walter de la Mare Quotes

I believe in the devil, in the Powers of Darkness, Lawford, as firmly as I believe he and they are p...

It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday ...

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acor...

Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn,...

Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the p...

It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, ch...

Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we ...

We are *all* we are, and all in a sense we care to dream we are. And for that matter, anything outla...

It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to re...

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angel...

That's why I've just gone on … collecting this particular kind of stuff – what you might call riff-r...

The time's gone by for sentiment and all that foolery. Mercy's all very well but after all it's just...

When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it ...

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man h...

Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes ...

It is very seldom that one encounters what would appear to be sheer unadulterated evil in a human fa...

Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there's plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, ...

there anybody there?' said the Traveller,Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence ...

Hi handsome hunting man Fire your little gun Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Neverm...

His brow is seamed with line and scar;His cheek is red and dark as wine;The fires as of a Northern s...

It's a very odd thing As odd as can be That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.

Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to...

When indeed you positively press your face, so to speak, against the crystalline window of your eyes...

Pausing on the threshold, he looked in, conscious not so much of the few familiar sticks of furnitur...

Who said, 'All Time's delightHath she for narrow bed;Life's troubled bubble broken'? ---That's what ...

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too de...

Hi! handsome hunting manFire your little gun.Bang! Now the animalis dead and dumb and done.Nevermore...

Tell them I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word," he said.Never the least stir made the li...

God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the b...

Oh, pity the poor gluttonWhose troubles all beginIn struggling on and on to turnWhat's out into what...

In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple ol...