A Quote by William Shakespeare

What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion. — © William Shakespeare
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear, melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad as memorial of the Past.
There are no guarantees. But there is also nothing to fear. We come from oblivion when we are born. We return to oblivion when we die. The astonishing thing is this period of in-between.
There must be what Mr. Gladstone many years ago called a blessed act of oblivion. We must all turn our backs upon the horrors of the past. We must look to the future. We cannot afford to drag forward across the years that are to come the hatreds and revenges which have sprung from the injuries of the past.
Who are the violets now That strew the lap of the new-come spring?
From the metaphysical point of view there is nothing that can touch the formless except the art of music which in itself is formless.
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
Form and formless are intertwined in this world. The formless can only be expressed in form and form can only be thought with the formless.
The formless dimension of life is this moment. This moment is timeless and formless - the eternal itself.
God has no power over the past except to cover it with oblivion.
If it weren't for desire, the formless would not have come into form and engage creatively.
Nature is not a temple, but a ruin. A beautiful ruin, but a ruin all the same.
As the observance of divine institutions is the cause of the greatness of republics, so the disregard of them produces their ruin; for where the fear of God is wanting, there the country will come to ruin, unless it be sustained the fear of the prince, which temporarily supply the want of religion.
Man does find in Nature deliverance from himself, oblivion of his past, with peace and purity!
In its mysterious past it encompasses all the dim origins of life and receives in the end, after, it may be, many transmutations, the dead husks of that same life. For all at last return to the sea - to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.
Without a belief in my programme and without an acceptance of my condition, you will ruin me, ruin yourselves and ruin the cause.
Don't ruin the present with the ruined past.
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