Lethe Quotes

Lethe Quote of the day

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know.

Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

And I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.

And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet.