Walter de La Mare

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#food #glutton #gluttony #obesity #the-glutton

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#life

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#dreams

It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#miracles #experience

Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#life #time #death

Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#reality #change

In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#novelty #progress #faith

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#fruit #late #soon #too #too late

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#day #dream #dreary #gloom #happy

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat. ↗

— Walter de La Mare

#ajar #all day #cat #day #door