Top 52 Quotes & Sayings by Thomas Moore

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

Oh! blame not the bard.

Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness.

A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life.

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.

Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.

The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.

Good Demeter mothering keeps a child in the heat and passion of life which immortalize and establish soulfulness. Mothering involves not only physical survival and achievement—Demeter's grain and fruit—it is also concerned with guiding a child to his or her unknown depths and the mystery of fate.

Education is not the piling on of learning, information, data, facts, skills, or abilities--that's training or instruction--but is rather a making visible what is hidden as a seed... To be educated, a person doesn't have to know much or be informed, but he or she does have to have been exposed vulnerably to the transformative events of an engaged human life... One of the greatest problems of our time is that many are schooled but few are educated.

It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith Of a soul can be known To which time will but Make thee more dear No the heart that has truly loved Never forgets But as truly loves On to the close As the sunflower turns On her god when he sets The same look which She'd turned when he rose.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

It's important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don't necessarily nurture soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal’s rhythm of rest and activity.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

How many times do we lose an occasion for soul work by leaping ahead to final solutions without pausing to savor the undertones? We are a radically bottom-line society, eager to act and to end tension, and thus we lose opportunities to know ourselves for our motives and our secrets.

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination