Top 1200 Thee Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

This is the sum of duty: do naught to others which if done to thee, would cause thee pain.

Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee

Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly in endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.

If bodies please thee, praise God on occasion of them, and turn back thy love upon their Maker; lest in these things which please thee, thou displease. If souls please thee, be they loved in God: for they too are mutable, but in Him they are firmly established.

Those who gave thee a body, furnished it with weakness; but He who gave thee Soul, armed thee with resolution. Employ it, and thou art wise; be wise and thou art happy.

I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.

This new birth in Christ, thus firmly believed and continually desired, will do everything that thou wantest to have done in thee, it will dry up all the springs of vice, stop all the workings of evil in thy nature, it will bring all that is good into thee, it will open all the gospel within thee, and thou wilt know what it is to be taught of God.

The birds of the air die to sustain thee; the beasts of the field die to nourish thee; the fishes of the sea die to feed thee. Our stomachs are their common sepulchre. Good God! with how many deaths are our poor lives patched up! how full of death is the life of momentary man!

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

Cloath thee in war, arme thee in peace.

I loved thee beautiful and kind, And plighted an eternal vow; So altered are thy face and mind, t'were perjury to love thee now!

When thou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself, but of those God may give thee of her, that they reproach thee not for their being.

May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness.

Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.

People think they're in control, but they ain't. The truth is, that which must befall thee must befall thee. And that which must pass thee by must pass thee by.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.

If a man prays to Thee with a yearning heart, he can reach Thee, through Thy grace, by any path.

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die

It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.

Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.

The warrior for the True, the Right, Fights in Love's name; The love that lures thee from that fight Lures thee to shame: That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves The spirit free,- That love, or none, is fit for one Man-shaped like thee.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

None knew thee but to love thee.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale... from hell's heart I stab at thee.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

Whatever may happen to thee, it was prepared for thee from all eternity.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

The very spot where grew the bread that formed my bones, I see. How strange, old field, on thee to tread, and feel I'm part of thee.

I receive Thee ransom of my soul. For love of Thee have I studied and kept vigil toiled preached and taught.

God is bound to act, to pour himself out (into thee) as soon as ever he shall find thee ready.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.

And when no longer we can see Thee, may we reach out our hands, and find Thee leading us through death to immortality and glory.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Dearest Jesus, holy child, make thee a bed, soft, undefiled, within my heart, that it may be a quiet chamber kept for thee.

And thou who thinkest to seek for me, know thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not, unless thou know this mystery: that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou wilt never find it without thee

Lord, if Thou knowest that I shall find, on leaving the house, even through obedience, an occasion of offending Thee, I conjure Thee to take away my life here, where Thou are really present, for Thou solely art my life, and I prefer a thousand deaths to causing Thee the slightest displeasure.

Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]

Hee that gives thee a bone, would not have thee die.

Seek one woman whom thou canst trust, and to her who lovest thee best, tell thy secrets. She will deliver thee from the hands of strange women, she will expose their craft; and of her who flattereth thee, will she make known the reason.

Forth in thy name,O Lord, I go, My daily labour to pursue. Thee, only thee, resolved to know, In all I think or speak or do.

We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one.

Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.

Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.

He who made thee is made in thee. He is made in thee through whom you were made.... Give milk, O mother, to him who is our food; give milk to the bread that comes down from heaven.

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,- Path, motive, guide, original, and end.

When thou standest still from thinking and willing of self, the eternal hearing, seeing, and speaking will be revealed to thee, and so God heareth and seeth through thee. Thine own hearing, willing, and seeing hindereth thee, that thou dost not see nor hear God.

All Thy works with joy surround Thee, God of glory, Lord of Love; Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken praise. Field and forest, vale and mountain, Flowery meadow, flashing sea, Chanting bird and flowing fountain, Call us to rejoice in Thee.

Be certain that he who has betrayed thee once will betray thee again.

In this world, with thy earthly life, thou art under heaven, stars, and elements, also under hell and devils; all ruleth in thee, and over thee.

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment. Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee. Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life--and that is the fetter of thy love.

Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard.