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Thomas Moore Quotes

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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Thomas Moore (1861). “Poetical works”, p.304

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.

"The Care of the Soul". Book by Thomas Moore, www.huffingtonpost.com. 1992.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

Thomas Moore (1829). “The poetical works of Thomas Moore”, p.331

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

Thomas Moore (1992). “Care of the soul: a guide for cultivating depth and sacredness in everyday life”, Harpercollins

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

'National Airs' (1815) 'Oft in the Stilly Night'

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Thomas Moore (1872). “The poetical works of Thomas Moore, with notes”, p.535

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination

Thomas Moore (1992). “Care of the soul: a guide for cultivating depth and sacredness in everyday life”, Harpercollins

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Thomas Moore (1845). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Etc”, p.174

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Thomas Moore (1840). “The Works: Accurately Printed from the Last Original Editions with Critical Notes and a Sketch of His Life”, p.194

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

Thomas Moore (1992). “Care of the soul: a guide for cultivating depth and sacredness in everyday life”, Harpercollins

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

Thomas Moore (1835). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Including Melodies, Ballads, Etc”, p.204

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Thomas Moore (1823). “Irish Melodies, National Airs, Sacred Songs, Ballads, Etc”, p.229

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

Thomas Moore (1836). “Melodies, Songs, Sacred Songs, and National Airs: Containing Several Never Before Published in America”, p.40