Arthur Symons famous quotes

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
-- Arthur Symons

#Venice #Saws #Realist

The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises, The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
-- Arthur Symons

#Spring #Earth #Noise

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.
-- Arthur Symons

#Dream #Art #Passion

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
-- Arthur Symons

#Love #Crush #Brain

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.
-- Arthur Symons

#Eye #Vision #Way

The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
-- Arthur Symons

#Desert #Mouths #Ache

God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
-- Arthur Symons

#Dream #Sleep #Night

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on.
-- Arthur Symons

#London #Canvas #Mist

Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears, A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
-- Arthur Symons

#Life #Dream #Night

The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as fire.
-- Arthur Symons

#Fall #Fire #Desire

I know the woman has no soul, I know The woman has no possibilities Of soul or mind or heart, but merely is The masterpiece of flesh: well, be it so. It is her flesh that I adore; I go Thirsting afresh to drain her empty kiss. I know she cannot love: it is not this My vanquished heart implores in overthrow. Tyrannously I crave, I crave alone, Her splendid body, Earth's most eloquent Music, divinest human harmony; Her body now a silent instrument, That 'neath my touch shall wake and make for me The strains I have but dreamed of, never known.
-- Arthur Symons

#Women #Heart #Kissing

All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices.
-- Arthur Symons

#Art #Prejudice #Form

The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone,The long hotel, acutely white,Against the after-sunset lightWithers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.
-- Arthur Symons

#Sunset #Autumn #Air

I have loved colours, and not flowers;Their motion, not the swallows wings;And wasted more than half my hoursWithout the comradeship of things.
-- Arthur Symons

#Flower #Wings #Half

I heard the sighing of the reedsAt noontide and at evening,And some old dream I had forgottenI seemed to be remembering.
-- Arthur Symons

#Dream #Evening #Remember

My life is like a music-hall,Where, in the impotence of rage,Chained by enchantment to my stall,I see myself upon the stageDance to amuse a music-hall.
-- Arthur Symons

#Life Is Like #Enchantment #Rage

The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep.
-- Arthur Symons

#Sleep #Wind #Sea

I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps.
-- Arthur Symons

#Sleep #Sorrow #Made

Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move.
-- Arthur Symons

#Moving #Doings

To have loved, to have been made happy thus, / What better fate has life in store for us?
-- Arthur Symons

#Love #Fate #Made

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
-- Arthur Symons

#Love #Heart #Fire

Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.
-- Arthur Symons

#Vision #Veils #Able

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
-- Arthur Symons

#Love #Crush #Song

It is in their eyes that their magic resides.
-- Arthur Symons

#Cat #Eye #Magic

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
-- Arthur Symons

#Lonely #Loneliness #Sea

Night, a more perfect day.
-- Arthur Symons

#Night #Perfect

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.
-- Arthur Symons

#Discovery #Criticism #Treasure

Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.
-- Arthur Symons

#Art #Men #Wish

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!
-- Arthur Symons

#Love #Love Is #Lovers

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.
-- Arthur Symons

#Beauty #Perfect #Style

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
-- Arthur Symons

#Soul #Opal #Cloudy

A place has almost a shyness of a person with strangers; its secret is not to be surprised by too direct interrogation.
-- Arthur Symons

#Travel #Secret #Stranger

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
-- Arthur Symons

#World #Speak #Mystic

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
-- Arthur Symons

#Dream #Venice #Impossible

There are certain natures to whom work is nothing, the act of work everything.
-- Arthur Symons

#Work #Certain

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.
-- Arthur Symons

#Flower #Perfect #Literature