Pluck Quotes - Page 8

• ... A La Recherche du Temps Perdu is like a beautiful hand with long fingers reaching out to pluck a perfect fruit, without error,for the accurate eye knows well it is growing just there on the branch, while Ulysses is the fumbling of a horned hand in darkness after a doubted jewel.

  Rebecca West

  Beautiful, Eye, Errors

  Rebecca West (2010). “The Strange Necessity: Essays and Reviews”, p.139, Open Road Media

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• A gentleman of Typee can bring up a numerous family of children and give them all a highly respectable cannibal education, with infinitely less toil and anxiety than he expends in the simple process of striking a light; whilst a poor European artisan, who through the instrumentality of a lucifer performs the same operation in one second, is put to his wits' end to provide for his starving offspring that food which the children of a Polynesian father, without troubling their parent, pluck from the branches of every tree around them.

  Herman Melville

  Children, Father, Simple

  Herman Melville (2012). “Typee: A Romance of the South Seas (Illustrated & Annotated Edition)”, p.129, Jazzybee Verlag

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• The roses of pleasure seldom last long enough to adorn the brow of him who plucks them; for they are the only roses which do not retain their sweetness after they have lost their beauty.

  Hannah More

  Rose, Long, Lasts

  Hannah More (1835). “The Works of Hannah More”, p.342

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• He who is ready to despair in solitary peril, plucks up a heart in the presence of another. In a plurality of comrades is much countenance and consolation.

  Herman Melville

  Courage, Heart, Despair

  Herman Melville (1849). “Mardi: And a Voyage Thither”, p.132

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• Modest wisdom plucks me from over-credulous haste.

  William Shakespeare

  Haste, Modest

  William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Alexander Pope, Samuel Johnson, Edward Capell (1821). “The plays and poems of William Shakspeare”, p.226

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• My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Summer, Sweet, Passion

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.1135, Delphi Classics

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• Live thy life as it were spoil and pluck the joys that fly.

  Martial

  Joy, Aviation, Flight

  Martial (2014). “Delphi Complete Works of Martial (Illustrated)”, Delphi Classics

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• A bending staff I would not break,
  A feeble faith I would not shake,
  Nor even rashly pluck away
  The error which some truth may stay,
  Whose loss might leave the soul without
  A shield against the shafts of doubt.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Faith, Loss, Errors

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1857*). “Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.157

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• Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.

  Hans Christian Andersen

  Children, Flower, Angel

  Hans Christian Andersen (2016). “Best Fairy Tales”, p.115, Pan Macmillan

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