Quote

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!— But time goes on, and will, unheeding, Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn, And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.

Conrad Aiken

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Conrad Aiken
Age: 84 †
Born: 1889
Born: August 5
Died: 1973
Died: August 17
Essayist
Literary Critic
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Savannah
Georgia
Conrad Aiken
Come
Goes
Yearn
Heart
Days
Bleeding
Time
Eyes
Wild
Love
Though
Hearts
Eye
Reach
True
Youth
Hands
Sweet
Back
Return

More quotes by Conrad Aiken

Image
Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.
Conrad Aiken
Image
My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.
Conrad Aiken
Image
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us. The hours go silently over our lifted faces. We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea. Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together. We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
Conrad Aiken
Image
Death is one dream out of another flowing.
Conrad Aiken
Image
Death is never an ending, death is a change Death is beautiful, for death is strange Death is one dream out of another flowing.
Conrad Aiken
Image
We are the ghosts of the singing furies .
Conrad Aiken
Image
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
Conrad Aiken
Image
[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.
Conrad Aiken
Image
I love you, what star do you live on?
Conrad Aiken
Image
Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!
Conrad Aiken
Image
Time is a dream ... a destroying dream It lays great cities in dust, it fills the seas It covers the face of beauty, and tumbles walls.
Conrad Aiken
Image
Oh, I've discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I've discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of paper in the wastebasket, in the morning, and open it to see what the hell I'd been up to and occasionally it was something that needed only a very slight change to be brought off, which I'd missed the day before.
Conrad Aiken
Image
Youth yearns to youth, full blood loves full blood only.
Conrad Aiken
Image
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam ... and after a while they will fall to dust and rain or else we will tear them down with impatient hands and hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
Conrad Aiken
Image
I always hankered to be a composer - I was mad about music, though I never studied seriously, and can't read a note. But I learned to play the piano and became pretty skillful at improvisation, especially after a drop or two.
Conrad Aiken
Image
The wind shrieks, the wind grieves It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams And desires to stir, to resist a ghost of pain.
Conrad Aiken
Image
All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
Conrad Aiken
Image
The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
Conrad Aiken
Image
I really don't know enough about the structure of fiction.
Conrad Aiken
Image
The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.
Conrad Aiken