William Ernest Henley famous quotes

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade
-- William Ernest Henley

#Wrath #Tears #Shade

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Inspirational #Life #Positive

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Fate #Punishment

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Summer #July #Promise

Life is a smoke that curls- Curls in a flickering skein, That winds and whisks and whirls, A figment thin and vain, Into the vast inane. One end for hut and hall.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Wind #Curls

Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Years #Rose

There are two men in Tolstoy. He is a mystic and he is also a realist. He is addicted to the practice of a pietism that for all its sincerity is nothing if not vague and sentimental; and he is the most acute and dispassionate of observers, the most profound and earnest student of character and emotion.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Character #Men #Practice

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Sky #Larks #Quiet

Into the winter's gray delight, Into the summer's golden dream, Holy and high and impartial, Death, the mother of Life, Mingles all men for ever.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Death #Summer #Mother

And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life And Death #Friendly #Medical

Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face with chance, I shrink a little: My hopes are strong, my will is something weak. ...I am ready But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle: You carry Cæsar and his fortunes—steady!
-- William Ernest Henley

#Sweet #Strong #Dark

[T]hey stretch you on a table. Then they bid you close your eyelids, And they mask you with a napkin, And the anæsthetic reaches Hot and subtle through your being.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Hey #Tables #Napkins

For it's home, dearie, home--it's home I want to be. Our topsails are hoisted, and we'll away to sea. O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree They're all growing green in the old countrie.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Home #Sea #Tree

Shakespeare and Rembrandt have in common the faculty of quickening speculation and compelling the minds of men to combat and discussion.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Men #Mind #Common

This is the merit and distinction of art: to be more real than reality, to be not nature but nature's essence.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Art #Real #Essence

Essayists, like poets, are born and not made, and for one worth remembering, the world is confronted with a hundred not worth reading. Your true essayist is, in a literary sense, the friend of everybody.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Reading #World #Remember

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Death

The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Song #Spring #Heart

It is the artist's function not to copy but to synthesise: to eliminate from that gross confusion of actuality which is his raw material whatever is accidental, idle, irrelevant, and select for perpetuation that only which is appropriate and immortal.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Artist #Confusion #Raw Materials

Men there have been who have done the essayist's part so well as to have earned an immortality in the doing; but we have had not many of them, and they make but a poor figure on our shelves. It is a pity that things should be thus with us, for a good essayist is the pleasantest companion imaginable.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Men #Done #Pity

Now, to read poetry at all is to have an ideal anthology of one's own, and in that possession to be incapable of content with the anthologies of all the world besides.
-- William Ernest Henley

#World #Anthology #Possession

Shakespeare often writes so ill that you hesitate to believe he could ever write supremely well; or, if this way of putting it seem indecorous and abominable, he very often writes so well that you are loth to believe he could ever have written thus extremely ill.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Believe #Writing #Way

The life of Dumas is not only a monument of endeavour and success, it is a sort of labyrinth as well. It abounds in pseudonyms and disguises, in sudden and unexpected appearances and retreats as unexpected and sudden, in scandals and in rumours, in mysteries and traps and ambuscades of every kind.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Labyrinth #Scandal #Retreat

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Stars #Sleep #Night

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Ocean #Men

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)
-- William Ernest Henley

#Summer #Night #Men

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Love #Life #Heart

I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Fear #Soul #Atheism

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Lasts #Foundation

Life - life - let there be life!
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life

Life - life - let there be life! Better a thousand times the roaring hours When wave and wind, Like the Arch-Murderer in flight From the Avenger at his heel, Storm through the desolate fastnesses And wild waste places of the world!
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Wind #Storm

Life - give me life until the end, That at the very top of being, The battle-spirit shouting in my blood, Out of the reddest hell of the fight I may be snatched and flung Into the everlasting lull, The immortal, incommunicable dream.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Dream #Fighting

Life - life - life! 'Tis the sole great thing This side of death, Heart on heart in the wonder of Spring!
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Spring #Heart

Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb. Love, which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom. Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire. Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire. So man and woman will keep their trust, Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust. Yea, each with the other will lose and win, Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in. For the strife of Love's the abysmal strife, And the word of Love is the Word of Life. And they that go with the Word unsaid, Though they seem of the living, are damned and dead.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Life #Running #Spring

Out of the night that covers me, Black is the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Strength #Giving Up

Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay. And what with the dawn of night began With the dusk of day was done; For that is the way of woman and man, When a hazard has made them one. Arc upon arc, from shade to shine, The World went thundering free; And what was his errand but hers and mine - The lords of him, I and she? O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Summer #Night #Men

Pointed criticism, if accurate, often gives the artist an inner sense of relief. The criticism that damages is that which disparages, dismisses, ridicules, or condemns.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Artist #Giving #Criticism

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Pain #Men #May

Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: she's the tenant of the room, he's the ruffian on the stair.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Death #Pieces #Rooms

So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Taken #Heart #Long

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Statistics #Chance #Bloody

In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
-- William Ernest Henley

#Chance #Circumstances #Bloody