Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep – — Aldous Huxley
Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep – — Aldous Huxley
Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep – — Aldous Huxley
Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep – — Aldous Huxley
Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep – — Aldous Huxley
Download Customize

Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep –

— Aldous Huxley
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
poem villiers de l isle adam

More “Poem” Quotes

I cast my eyes out to the seaAnd gaze at all eternity.until forever turns to night.My eyes then lift to catch starlight. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky,I might see a whale or electric eel or octopus pass by.And i — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want. — Richelle E. Goodrich
The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere,they are ghosts.The moans and the groans in the lo — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Treats and tricks.Witch broomsticks.Jack-o-lanternsLick their lips.Crows and cats.Vampire bats.Capes and fangsAnd pointe — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is s — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The coldest day in fallis at the Hallows Evening ballwhere ghoulish funavoids the sunas monsters mingle wall to wall. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
A Halloween flower,if ever there was one,would smell like an onion,have thorns like a rose.With charcoal black petalsand — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
Witches cackle.Goblins growl.Spectres boo,And werewolves howl.Black cats hiss.Bats flap their wings.Mummies moan.The col — Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons
The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,In pumpkin shades outlined in gold,Illuminating eerie forms,Unnatural as a candied — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
If only you would kiss me.Press your lips to mine like a searing iron. Wrap me in your arms as if you were a monarch cla — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig. — Richelle E. Goodrich