What was the shell doing,
More quotes by R. S. Thomas
Art is recuperation
from time. I lie back
convalescing upon the prospect
of a harvest already at hand.
You have to imagine
a waiting that is not impatient
because it is timeless.
The deep spaces between stars,
Fathomless as the cold shadow
His mind cast.
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To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
There are times when good words are to be left unsaid out of esteem for silence.
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