Power and conflict quotes

Cards (104)

  • spits like a tamed cat.Turned savage
  • Marks of weakness,marks of woe
  • Runs in blood down palace walls.
  • How the youthfull harlots curse
  • In every cry of every man,
    In every infants cry of fear,
    In every voice, in every ban,
  • I am haunted by their ghosts
  • Nothing beside remains.Round the decay
  • And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
  • The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
  • And troubled pleasure,
  • Went heaving through the water like a swan;
  • The horizon bound, a huge peak, black and huge,
  • There hung a darkness,call it solitude Or blank desertion.
  • And measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me.
  • Small circles glittered idly in the moon, Until they melted all into one track Of sparkling light
  • the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat’:
  • too soon made glad, Too easily impressed;
  • Looking as if she were alive.
  • E’en then would be some stooping;and I choose Never to stoop.
  • Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, through a rarity,Which clause of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
  • Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
  • Volley’d and thunder’d;
    Storm’d at with shot and shell
  • When can their glory fade?
    O the wild charge they made!
  • Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us…
  • mad gusts tugging on the wire, Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles.
  • attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey ,
  • Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence.
  • fingering stealth come feeling for our faces
  • Slowly our ghosts drag home:
  • Shrivelling many hands,puckering foreheads crisp.
  • All their eyes are ice,
  • bombarded by the empty air.
  • This wizened Earth has never troubled us
  • Blast: you know what I mean-
  • Forgetting that it pummels your house too.
  • And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo
  • a samurai sword in the cockpit, a shaven head full of powerful incantations
  • he must have looked far down at the little fishing boats strung out like bunting
  • arcing in swathes like a huge flag
  • shoals of fished flashing silver as their bellies swivelled towards the sun