She Quotes by H. Rider Haggard

"Time after time have nations, ay, and rich and strong nations, learned in the arts, been and passed away and been forgotten, so that no memory of them remains. This is but one of several; for Time eats up the works of man." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "There is no such thing as magic, though there is such a thing as a knowledge of the secrets of Nature." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "There is no such thing as Death, though there be a thing called Change." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "That which is alive and hath known death, and that which is dead yet can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live for ever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "Ah, how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathereth it up like water, but like water it runneth through his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!'" ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "Hard is it to die, because our delicate flesh doth shrink back from the worm it will not feel, and from that unknown which the winding-sheet doth curtain from our view. But harder still, to my fancy, would it be to live on, green in the leaf and fair, but dead and rotten at the core, and feel that other secret worm of recollection gnawing ever at the heart." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard "Let them be brought to the house of 'She-who-must-be-obeyed'. Bring forth the men, and let that which they have with them be brought forth also." ~ She by H. Rider Haggard At length the heralds and forerunners of the royal sun had done their work, and, searching out the shadows, had caused them to flee away. Then up he came in glory from his ocean-bed, and flooded the earth with warmth and light. ~ She by H. Rider Haggard From the east to the west sped the angels of the Dawn, from sea to sea, from mountain-top to mountain-top, scattering light with both their hands. ~ She by H. Rider Haggard The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break--the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it. ~ She by H. Rider Haggard