„He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly.
Some say it was the song that moves the stars.“

—  Catherine Fisher, kniha Sapphique

Zdroj: Sapphique

Poslední aktualizace 3. června 2021. Historie
Catherine Fisher foto
Catherine Fisher1
welšská dětská spisovatelka 1957

Podobné citáty

William Morris foto
William Wordsworth foto
Chris Cornell foto
Christina Rossetti foto
Percy Bysshe Shelley foto
William Makepeace Thackeray foto
Regina Spektor foto
Edna St. Vincent Millay foto
Harry Chapin foto
Norodom Ranariddh foto
Letitia Elizabeth Landon foto
Letitia Elizabeth Landon foto

„Dear beautiful one, I praise the stars for the song's end. Farewell!“

—  Olaf Stapledon British novelist and philosopher 1886 - 1950

Other texts
Zdroj: Far Future Calling http://web.archive.org/web/20090721194935/http://olafstapledonarchive.webs.com/farfuturecalling.html

Ursula K. Le Guin foto
Hayley Jensen foto
Romain Rolland foto

„Epic shouts passed, and trumpet calls, and tempestuous sounds borne upon sovereign rhythms. For in that sonorous soul everything took shape in sound. It sang of light. It sang of darkness, sang of life and death. It sang for those who were victorious in battle. It sang for himself who was conquered and laid low. It sang. All was song. It was nothing but song.“

—  Romain Rolland French author 1866 - 1944

Jean-Christophe (1904 - 1912), Journey's End: The Burning Bush (1911)
Kontext: God was not to him the impassive Creator, a Nero from his tower of brass watching the burning of the City to which he himself has set fire. God was fighting. God was suffering. Fighting and suffering with all who fight and for all who suffer. For God was Life, the drop of light fallen into the darkness, spreading out, reaching out, drinking up the night. But the night is limitless, and the Divine struggle will never cease: and none can know how it will end. It was a heroic symphony wherein the very discords clashed together and mingled and grew into a serene whole! Just as the beech-forest in silence furiously wages war, so Life carries war into the eternal peace.
The wars and the peace rang echoing through Christophe. He was like a shell wherein the ocean roars. Epic shouts passed, and trumpet calls, and tempestuous sounds borne upon sovereign rhythms. For in that sonorous soul everything took shape in sound. It sang of light. It sang of darkness, sang of life and death. It sang for those who were victorious in battle. It sang for himself who was conquered and laid low. It sang. All was song. It was nothing but song.

Anthony de Mello foto

Související témata