The Collaborative International Dictionary
Quenchless \Quench"less\, a.
Incapable of being quenched; inextinguishable; as, quenchless
fire or fury. ``Once kindled, quenchless evermore.''
--Byron.
Syn: Inextinguishable; unquenchable. [1913 Webster] -- Quench"less*ly, adv. -- Quench"less*ness, n.
Wiktionary
a. That cannot be quenched; unquenchable.
WordNet
adj. impossible to quench; "unquenchable thirst" [syn: unquenchable]
Usage examples of "quenchless".
Why was it that, with his fierce, bitter, and insatiate hunger for life, his quenchless thirst for warmth, joy, love, and fellowship, his constant image, which had blazed in his heart since childhood, of the enchanted city of the great comrades and the glorious women, that he grew weary of people almost as soon as he met them?
Gripped by that ungovernable desire, all ordered plans, designs, coherent projects for the work he had set out to do went by the board, were burned up in the flame of a quenchless passion, like a handful of dry straw.
But the same quenchless fever of unrest That thrilled the foremost of that martyred throng Thrilled me, and I awoke .
But when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup.
Half the world were not too much to put between them if she were now to sleep of nights in comfortable consciousness of security from his quenchless hatred.
Then, the reflex of that Fount Spied below, will Reason mount Lordly and a quenchless force, Lighting Pain to its mad source, Scaring Fear till Fear escapes, Shot through all its phantom shapes.
Until, I say, the perfect love, The last, the best, Like flame descending from above, Kindled my breast, Kindled my breast like ardent flame, With quenchless glow.
But, if proud Mortimer do wear this crown, Heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire!
Beyond the waning torches they must have looked and seen the quenchless glory of the same old Indian stars.
Hence, to the very last, she seems, more than any other figure in our literature, to be forever ruffled in temper, for ever angry and wounded and indignant, rejecting consolation, crouched like a sick animal in the cavern of her own quenchless pride.