In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.
Why break the heart that never beat from love? - Mervyn Peake
Why break the heart that never beat from love?
- Mervyn Peake
Mount and begone. The world awaits you. - Mervyn Peake
Mount and begone. The world awaits you.
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe. - Mervyn Peake
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.
As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly e… - Mervyn Peake
As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly e…
To live at all is miracle enough. - Mervyn Peake
To live at all is miracle enough.
The sun sank with a sob and darkness waded in from all horizons so that the sky contracted and there was no more light left in the world, when, at th… - Mervyn Peake
The sun sank with a sob and darkness waded in from all horizons so that the sky contracted and there was no more light left in the world, when, at th…
Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone. - Mervyn Peake
Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.
There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell - Mervyn Peake
There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell
This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heav… - Mervyn Peake
This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heav…
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