It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium. Rupert Brooke More Quotes by Rupert Brooke More Quotes From Rupert Brooke There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry. Rupert Brooke threewritingworld A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. Rupert Brooke valentines-dayloverelationship Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. Rupert Brooke laughternaturesummer If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England. Rupert Brooke navyarmythinking Youth is stranger than fiction. Rupert Brooke youthstrangerfiction Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful. Rupert Brooke teenagebeautifulbeauty I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you. Rupert Brooke sundayrainmorning If I should die, think only this of me: Rupert Brooke flowerhomebook I have need to busy my heart with quietude. Rupert Brooke busyheartneeds One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in Liquidity. Rupert Brooke eyedoubtwater All the little emptiness of love! Rupert Brooke heartlittleslove Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate. Rupert Brooke wallfateheart I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have. Rupert Brooke good-friendconversationlife They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth. Rupert Brooke griefmoonwise Hearts at peace, under an English heaven. Rupert Brooke heartheaven But the best I've known Rupert Brooke windmendeath Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great. Rupert Brooke wisdomwiseclever Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you. Rupert Brooke friendshiplongdeath I thought when love for you died, I should die. Rupert Brooke broken-heartheartbreakbreak-up War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Rupert Brooke menwarfall
