A Quote by Phyllis McGinley

Time is the thief you cannot banish. — © Phyllis McGinley
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.
If you give to a thief he cannot steal from you, and he is no longer a thief.
The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.
In the information society, nobody thinks. We expect to banish paper, but we actually banish thought.
Rather I fear on the contrary that while we banish painful thoughts we may banish memory as well.
Take courage, Mortal... Death cannot banish you from the Universe.
The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.
I know that you cannot banish the truth permanently, you can only cloud it temporarily.
When you banish the dragons you banish the heroes.
Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.
Once upon a time a man whose ax was missing suspected his neighbor's son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief and spoke like a thief. But the man found his ax while digging in the valley, and the next time he saw his neighbor's son, the boy walked, looked and spoke like any other child.
We cannot have real independence unless the people banish the touch-me-not spirit from their hearts.
When I was younger, not being accepted made me enraged, but now, I am not inclined to dismantle my history. If you banish the dragons, you banish the heroes-and we become attached to the heroic strain in our personal history.
The sun is a thief: she lures the sea and robs it. The moon is a thief: he steals his silvery light from the sun. The sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
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