Philip Dodd > Philip's Quotes

“The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting.”
― Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditations

“What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return
O my daughter”
― T.S. Eliot, The Complete Poems and Plays

“And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sattest brooding on the vast abyss,
And madst it pregnant.”
― JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost

“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
― Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: The Complete Poems

“You flew too near the sun and you were scorched.”
― L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between

“The door opens and the tiger leaps.”
― Virgina Woolf

“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.”
― Anne Lamott

“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.”
― Carl Sagan

“I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Either I will find a way or I will make one.
So said Hannibal crossing the Alps.”
― Habbibal Barca

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
― Emily Dickinson

“A ring-whorled prow rode in the harbour,
ice-clad, outbound, a craft for a prince.
They stretched their beloved lord in his boat,
laid out by the mast, amidships,
the great ring-giver. Far fetched treasures
were piled upon him, and precious gear.
I have never heard before of a ship so well furbished
with battle tackle, bladed weapons
and coats of mail. The massed treasure
was loaded on top of him: it would travel far
on out into the ocean's sway.
They decked his body no less bountifully
with offerings than those first ones did
who cast him away when he was a child
and launched him alone over the waves.
And they set a gold standard up
high above his head and let him drift
to wind and tide, bewailing him
and mourning their loss. No man can tell,
no wise man in hall or weathered veteran
knows for certain who salvaged that load.”
― Seamus Heaney, Beowulf

“Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.”
― Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

“I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.”
― Woody Allen, Manhattan

“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.”
― William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

“They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream”
― Ernest Dowson

“The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat...”
― Edward Lear

“Remember, this is the time of the cockatrice. It has hatched from its egg. So who now dares say what will be?”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“Remember, whatever happens, look up, and you will see me," said Jesus. "I am with you like the dawn upon the mountains.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“This is my song for Gabriel,
The Angel of the Word,
I've sung to you so many times,
This time I may be heard.
I sing to you from fellowship,
Past times I sang alone,
But now I can extend my love
To wood and air and stone.
Your golden wings have cradled me,
Your voice has made me kneel,
Your actions turn the universe,
Your wisdom spins the wheel.

This is my song for Abraham,
The shepherd of mankind,
You led your tribe out from Canaan,
And none were left behind.
O, come, fulfil your prophecies,
And say the war is won,
Must I wait in vales of visions,
And leave my song undone?”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“Keep the peace of the kingdoms, keep the peace of the kingdoms. Bring the end of war. Let there be no empire to disturb us all. Look after the Father. Keep the peace of the kingdoms.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“When we are down there, if we are parted, come and find me again," said Keedra.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“The Light Angel Prince has changed his nature, challenged his own creator, but what we took so long to build, he will not destroy," he said. "Upon him we must concentrate our might. For what he has done to my golden children and my land alone, he must end. I alone will teach him what it means to defy an Archangel. When I travel, the planets know when I am near. When I turn, the stars remember.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“And so it was that Michael built a brown castle on the peak of his mountain, Gabriel built a golden pyramid in the midst of his plain, saying it was both a holy temple in my praise and an edifice that would guide him on his pattern for his future work, though I knew that only he would ever understand it, to my amusement, and Raphael built a silver palace to sparkle above the trees of his forests, as his home and celestial workshop, and I was well pleased with their work, as ever it was better than what I had hoped for.
"That was the First Age, the Archangel Age, long over. I can speak in much detail about each stage in my creation, and my scribes have written all my words on each stage in the books I gave to the angel courts, for study and meditation and for prayer, but such details are for my sons and daughters most interested in them, when they are of an age, with the understanding, to comprehend such things.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“There was never meant to be death, he told them, and now there would be no more death. There was never meant to be war, and now there would be no more war. There was only meant to be peace, and now there would only be peace. There was never meant to be Hell. There was only meant to be Heaven. Now there was no Hell, there was only Heaven. There was only meant to be God. There was never meant to be Satan. Now there was only God, there was no Satan. Hell had to end. It was now on fire and would burn forever. Heaven had now no opposite. It was unopposed. It shone in first light and first colours.
The Father's pattern had been broken by Satan, he told them, but now it had been restored. His tapestry had been torn, but now it had been repaired.
There was only meant to be love, he reminded them. There was never meant to be hate. Now there was only love. There was no hate. There was only meant to be good. There was never meant to be evil. Now there was only good. There was no evil. The cosmic wheel turned in unhindered harmony, perpetual perfection.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“There is an example that inspires a matter for debate. Was the pattern always there for us to find or do we create it entirely by ourselves from nothing?”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“Remember, we who fell like stars from Heaven still shine bright in our own court.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“Here there was no shelter for his soul. There were no houses for a home. It was all a wilderness. It was all a battlefield. It was wild, without a friend. It was all a broken battlefield.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War

“As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.”
― Rumi

“There was always life and life always wanted to live.”
― Philip Dodd, Angel War