#personification

Know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#men

Moon, that against the lintel of the west Your forehead lean until the gate be swung, Longing to leave the world and be at rest, Being worn with faring and no longer young, Do you recall at all the Carian hill Where worn with loving, loving late you lay, Halting the sun because you lingered still, While wondering candles lit the Carian day? Ah, if indeed this memory to your mind Recall some sweet employment, pity me, That even now the dawn's dim herald see! I charge you, goddess, in the name of one You loved as well: endure, hold off the sun. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#personification #poetry #romantic #love

I was a little bit wary of playing Nicholas. In the script, which I think is true of the novel and the film, he's the only character not singing and dancing in a musical style. Playing someone who is the personification of good is a little difficult. ↗

— Charlie Hunnam

#character #dancing #difficult #film #good

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#chilling #imagery #personification #beauty

Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the dingos mourned for the died uns. ↗

— David Mitchell

#death #description #destruction #moon #mourning

It often occurs that pride and selfishness are muddled with strength and independence. They are neither equal nor similar; in fact, they are polar opposites. A coward may be so cowardly that he masks his weakness with some false personification of power. He is afraid to love and to be loved because love tends to strip bare all emotional barricades. Without love, strength and independence are prone to losing every bit of their worth; they become nothing more than a fearful, intimidated, empty tent lost somewhere in the desert of self. ↗

— Criss Jami

#barricade #coward #cowardice #desert #ego

A snake must be treated as a snake, forgiving it every time it showed you its fangs, will not transform into a garland of flowers. ↗

— Himmilicious

#personification #forgiveness

It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity. ↗

— Beatrice Webb

#diary #discover #identity #mysterious #own

I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I'd been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale'd have been good. If [by doing this] I become that, then so be it. ↗

— Kohta Hirano

#god-s-will #personification #philosophy #regret #religion

Group personification obscures, rather than illuminates, important political questions. ↗

— Tom G. Palmer

#illuminates #important #obscures #personification #political