A Quote by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night. — © Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo, Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho...tel, To get a good night's sleep, I'm keeping in step. Now do I come off? Yep.
The closer you get to death, the more alive you feel. Dylan Thomas wrote, Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. My dad always taught me to live like that. Dad wrote a poem too. It goes, Dune buggies. Woohoo!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
To be really in shape, it's dynamic. It's got to be a lot of different everything, always switching it up. So a good day for me would be hit the gym, do some sort of cross training in the gym and then go surfing and then maybe take a jiu-jitsu class at night or go swimming at night or go stand up paddle boarding in the evening.
It has taken me so long to understand my skin, but the formula that works best for me is, gentle and less is more. But I do cleanse my skin well at night with a good natural cleanser by Dr. Hauschka or Avalon Organics.
The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.
Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.
I jog, actually; I go at night. A lot of women, they don't like to go jogging alone at night. They're afraid they might get accosted. I go naked. That way, if there are any perverts around, they think I'm already being chased.
The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?
Nightfall. “What a strange word. ‘Night’ I get. But ‘fall’ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesn’t fall here. It comes slamming down.
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