Top 1200 Thy Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.

O truth divine! enlightened by thy ray, I grope and guess no more, but see my way.

And thou shalt in thy daughter see, This picture, once, resembled thee.

Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy sideThy every action let the goddess guide.

Be kind to thy sister. Not many may know the depths of true sisterly love.

O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.

Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Look that nothing live in thy working mind, but a naked intent stretching into God.

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Pity those who cannot say: Thy will be done not mine, today.

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

No matter the time, carried away the wind is Better your absence Thy indifference.

Fret not over the irretrievable, but ever act as if thy life were just begun.

O Fortune, how thy restless, wavering state has fraught with cares my troubled wit!

Follow not truth too near the heels, lest it dash out thy teeth.

Care not for time and success. Act out thy part, whether it be to fail or to prosper.

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore

Be brief, that the mind may catch thy precepts, and the more easily retain them.

Learn of the green world what can be thy place In scaled invention or true artistry

Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.

Set me like a seal upon thy heart, love is as strong as death.

Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.

Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.

Make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world

The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.

Seek not, my soul, the life of the immortals; but enjoy to the full the resources that are within thy reach.

Purge thy heart from malice and, innocent of envy, enter the divine court of holiness.

At daybreak, when loath to rise, have this thought in thy mind: I am rising for a man's work.

That which thy fathers have bequeathed to thee, earn it anew if thou wouldst possess it.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house unless they have a well-stocked bar.

A broken Altar, Lord, thy servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears.

But thou, my son, study to make prevail One colour in thy life, the hue of truth.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.

Behold me, here I am; thy little handmaiden Acceptance-with-Joy and all that is in my heart is thine.

The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.

It's food too fine for angels, yet come, take and eat thy fill!

Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Thanks for mercies past received.

O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of voluptuousness.

Thy fatal shafts unerring move; I bow before thine altar, Love!

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Keep thou an open door between thy child's life and thine own.

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, - Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

Govern thy Life and Thoughts, as if the whole World were to see the one, and read the other.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

Love thy neighbor - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.

It is pleasing to the dear God whenever thou rejoicest or laughest from the bottom of thy heart.

Where I am always thou art. Thy image lives within my heart.

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

Pour forth thy fervors for a healthful mind, Obedient passions, and a will resigned

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

Once read thy own breast right, And thou hast done with fears.