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Francis Thompson Inspirational Quotes (15)
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Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
Francis Thompson
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet, And all things are made young with your desires.
Francis Thompson
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
Francis Thompson
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold, No more curled state unfold, Translated to a vase of gold In burning throne though they keep still Serenities unthawed and chill.
Francis Thompson
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
Francis Thompson
Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.
Francis Thompson
There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.
Francis Thompson
Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?
Francis Thompson
Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.
Francis Thompson
The desolation and terror of, for the first time, realizing that the mother can lose you, or you her, and your own abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
Francis Thompson
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
Francis Thompson
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
Francis Thompson
Thou cannot stir a flower Without troubling a star.
Francis Thompson
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
Francis Thompson
Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.
Francis Thompson