Pure Quotes (page 3)
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls. On the little flower that clings. To the turrets and the walls;'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet. Ripples on in light and shadow. To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.
Ian Mcewan