A Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death. — © Alfred Lord Tennyson
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
The most wonderful thing, Mary, is that you and I are always walking together, hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people. We both stretch one hand to receive from Life - and Life is generous indeed.
My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.
I want to see Nelson walking down the streets of South Africa; I want to see him walking hand-in-hand with Winnie Mandela.
He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.
Everything in the world has its two faces, however. Weeds sometimes blossom into artful flowers. Beauty walks hand in hand with ugliness, sickness with health, and life tiptoes around in the horned shadow of death. The trick is to recognize which is which and to recognize what you're dealing with at the time.
With a secret smile, not unlike that of a healthy child,he walked along, peacefully, quietly. He wore his gown and walked along exactly like the other monks, but his face and his step, his peaceful downward glance, his peaceful downward-hanging hand, and every finger of his hand spoke of peace, spoke of completeness, sought nothing, imitated nothing, reflected a continuous quiet, an unfading light, an invulnerable peace.
Beauty and brains, pleasure and usability - they should go hand in hand.
She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
My left hand is my thinking hand (image), my right hand my doing hand (sequence).
strength and beauty must go hand in hand
I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with death in hand, and death's own hand is warmer than my own. I don't wish to live any longer.
I'd be interested in finding out if there is a light you walk into, and if you do meet people from your life and walk hand in hand with Jesus. I would hate for my death to be tragic: I'd like to be old when it happens. But hopefully a young death is unlikely.
We were aware of the fact that death walks hand in hand with struggle.
There’s an old Ritadarion saying. You’re never more alive than when you walk hand in hand with death. (Syn)
Apathy is so hard not to feel in this world that I see it and the devil walking hand in hand ruining our world. We can take more control by being conscious to start with.
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
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