A Quote by A. E. Housman
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
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Life is like a piece of string with a lot of knots tied in it. The knots are the karma you're born with from all your past lives, and the object of human life is to try and undo all those knots. That's what chanting and meditation in God consciousness can do. Otherwise you simply tie another ten knots each time you try to undo one knot. That's how karma works.
Moderate Republicans are reverse Houdinis. They tie themselves up in knots and then tell you they can’t do anything because they’re tied up in knots.
If you can't tie good knots, tie plenty of them
God's children are God's children anywhere and everywhere, and shall be even unto the end. Nothing can sever that sacred tie, or divide us from his heart.
My father was a very good Boy Scout. He was very skilled with knots, and he showed me how to tie a bow tie.
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.
An ascot is never a substitute for a well-tied four-in-hand tie or a slightly disheveled bow tie.
There is nothing but death
Our affections can sever,
And till life's latest breath
Love shall bind us for ever.
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
When we hold back out of laziness, that is when we tie ourselves into knots of boredom.
Doctrine tied itself into infinite knots over the realities of sex.
When you have no idea how to surrender and you're tied up in knots, JUST BREATHE!
God, send me anywhere, only go with me. Lay any burden on me, only sustain me. And sever any tie in my heart except the tie that binds my heart to Yours.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.
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