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Thou Art Quotes (page 7)

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not Alfred Lord Tennyson
Robert Owen quote: "All the world is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a..."
All the world is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer Robert Owen
Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part. Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Take all myself. William Shakespeare
LEONTES ~ A gross hag. And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd, That wilt not stay her tongue. ANTIGONUS ~ Hang all the husbands. That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself Hardly one subject. William Shakespeare
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my... Rabindranath Tagore
Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annhilation of one of us. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
But you have no house and no courtyard to your no-house, he thought. You have no family but a brother who goes to battle tomorrow and you own nothing but the wind and the sun and an empty belly. The wind is small, he thought, and there is no sun. You have four grenades in your pocket but they are only good to throw away. You have a carbine on your back but it is only good to give away bullets. You have a message to give away. And you're full of crap that you can give to the earth, he grinned... Ernest Hemingway
Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid. That kings should let their ears hear theirfaults hid! William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summer's lease hath all too short a date William Shakespeare
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s beauty. Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal. William Shakespeare
The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They're Caesar's praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, `Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal. Ray Bradbury
... for, by all the stars. That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars. That kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art! John Keats
William Shakespeare quote: "O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate..."
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men! William Shakespeare
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam. Thomas Moore
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. George Edward Moore

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