Best 38 quotes of Coventry Patmore on MyQuotes

Ah, whither shall a maiden flee, When a bold youth so swift pursues, And siege of tenderest courtesy, With hope perseverant, still renews!

All reasoning ends in an appeal to self-evidence.

All the love and joy that a man has ever received in perception is laid up in him as the sunshine of a hundred years is laid up in the bole of the oak.

A moment's fruition of a true felicity is enough and eternity not too much.

A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive.

Books are influential in proportion to their obscurity, provided that the obscurity be that of inexpressible Realities. The Bible is the most obscure book in the world. He must be a great fool who thinks he understands the plainest chapter of it.

Creation differs from subsistence only as the first leap of a fountain differs from its continuance.

Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.

Fortunately for themselves and the world, nearly all men are cowards and dare not act on what they believe. Nearly all our disasters come of a few fools having the "courage of their convictions.

For want of me the world's course will not fail;When all its work is done the lie shall rot;The truth is great and shall prevailWhen none cares whether it prevail or not.

Great is his faith who dares believe his own eyes.

How light the touches are that kiss the music from the chords of life!

I drew my bride, beneath the moon,Across my threshold; happy hour!But, ah, the walk that afternoonWe saw the water-flags in flower!

If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: 'Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?'

It is one thing to be blind, and another to be in darkness.

Kind souls, you wonder why, love you, When you, you wonder why, love none We love, Fool, for the good we do, Not that which unto us is done!

Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.

Life is not life at all without delight.

Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids, and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach They read with joy, then shut the book.

None thrives for long upon the happiest dream.

O, Heart, remember thee That Man is none, Save One.

One fool will deny more truth in half an hour than a wise man can prove in seven years.

Science is a line, art a superficies, and life or the knowledge of God, a solid.

The ardour chills us which we do not share.

The midge's wing beats to and fro A thousand times ere one can utter O.

The modern Agnostic improves upon the ancient by adding "I don't care" to "I don't know.

The moods of love are like the wind, And none knows whence or why they rise.

The more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps against the hut; and night is pierced with stars.

The promises of God are samples of what is promised; as a handful of wheat is of the barn.

The Spirit of man is like a kite, which rises by means of those very forces which seem to oppose its rise; the tie that joins it to the earth, the opposing winds of temptation, and the weight of earth-born affections which it carries with it into the sky.

The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's heightIs not so sweet and whiteAs the most heretofore sin-spotted SoulThat darts to its delightStraight from the absolution of a faithful fight.

The woman is the man's glory, and she naturally delights in the praises which are assurances that she is fulfilling her function; and she gives herself to him who succeeds in convincing her that she, of all others, is best able to discharge it for him. A woman without this kind of "vanity" is a monster.

Those who know God know that it is quite a mistake to suppose that there are only five senses.

To one who waits, all things reveal themselves so long as you have the courage not to deny in the darkness what you have seen in the light.

Uncommon things must be said in common words.

Uncommon things must be said in common words, if you would have them to be received in less than a century.

What a Lover sees in the Beloved is the projected shadow of his own potential beauty in the eyes of God.