Quotes by R. S. Thomas

R. S. Thomas

A recurring ideal, I find, is that of simplicity. At times there comes the desire to write with great precision and clarity, words so simple and moving that they bring tears to the eyes.

Eye

Moving

Writing

Ah, what balance is needed at the edges of such an abyss. I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet. What to do but, like Michelangelo’s Adam, put my hand out into unknown space, hoping for the reciprocating touch?

Balance

Hands

Space

Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand.

Art

Hands

Lying

Deliver me from the long drought of the mind. Let leaves from the deciduous Cross fall on us, washing us clean, turning our autumn to gold by the affluence of their fountain.

Autumn

Fall

Long

Even God had a Welsh name : He spoke to him in the old language; He was to have a peculiar care For the Welsh people. History showed us He was too big to be nailed to the wall Of a stone chapel, yet still we crammed him Between the boards of a black book .

Book

Names

Wall

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.

Brain

Hands

Men

I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet.

Planets

Surface

I had looked forward to old age as a time of quietness, a time to draw my horizons about me, to watch memories ripening in the sunlight of a walled garden. But there is the void over my head and the distance within that the tireless signals come from. And astronaut on impossible journeys to the far side of the self I return with messages I cannot decipher.

Distance

Journey

Memories

I have been all men known to history, Wondering at the world and at time passing; I have seen evil, and the light blessing Innocent love under a spring sky.

Blessing

Men

Spring

I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man’s rage.

Country

Men

Wind

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Adults

Art

Autumn

Balance

Beer

Blessing

Blood

Blue

Book

Brain

Break Through

Children

Clock

Communication

Conscious

Country

Creative

Dark

Darkness

Distance

Dream

Eye

Fall

Fear

Flower

Giving

Green

Hands

Heart

Home

Hurt

Imagination

Imagine

Impatient

Intellect

Journey

Kings

Knowing

Lonely

Long

Lying

Memories

Men

Mind

Moving

Names

Nowhere To Go

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Passion

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Quotes by R. S. Thomas

R. S. Thomas

A recurring ideal, I find, is that of simplicity. At times there comes the desire to write with great precision and clarity, words so simple and moving that they bring tears to the eyes.

Ah, what balance is needed at the edges of such an abyss. I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet. What to do but, like Michelangelo’s Adam, put my hand out into unknown space, hoping for the reciprocating touch?

Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand.

Deliver me from the long drought of the mind. Let leaves from the deciduous Cross fall on us, washing us clean, turning our autumn to gold by the affluence of their fountain.

Even God had a Welsh name : He spoke to him in the old language; He was to have a peculiar care For the Welsh people. History showed us He was too big to be nailed to the wall Of a stone chapel, yet still we crammed him Between the boards of a black book .

I am a man now. Pass your hand over my brow. You can feel the place where the brains grow.

I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet.

I have been all men known to history, Wondering at the world and at time passing; I have seen evil, and the light blessing Innocent love under a spring sky.

I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man’s rage.

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