Quotes to inspire and reflect

Suspense in news is torture.

He’s gone; and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

Boast not of what thou would’st have done, but do What then thou would’st.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess’d.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end; Not wedlock-treachery.

Dalila: In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. Samson: For want of words, no doubt, or lack of breath!

Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds; On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.

My race of glory run, and race of shame, And I shall shortly be with them at rest.

What boots it at one gate to make defense, And at another to let in the foe?

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Apt words have power to suage The tumors of a troubled mind.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Eyeless in Gaza, at the mill with slaves.

Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps, in amice gray.

Deep vers’d in books and shallow in himself.

Socrates… Whom well inspir’d the oracle pronounc’d Wisest of men.

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew. 7

The olive grove of Academe, Plato’s retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath’d.

The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.

Elephants endorsed with towers.

Of whom to be disprais’d were no small praise.

Skill’d to retire, and in retiring draw Hearts after them tangled in amorous nets.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow Through Eden took their solitary way.

Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.

For now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

An olive leaf he brings, pacific sign.

The evening star, Love’s harbinger.

The brazen throat of war.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv’st Live well; how long or short permit to Heaven.

A bevy of fair women.

Death… on his pale horse.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness.

Pandemonium, city and proud seat Of Lucifer.

A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn.

I shall temper so Justice with mercy.

Our state cannot be sever’d; we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

O fairest of creation! last and best Of all God’s works! creature in whom excell’d Whatever can to sight or thought be form’d, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defac’d, deflower’d, and now to Death devote?

So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

God so commanded, and left that command Sole daughter of his voice; the rest, we live Law to ourselves, our reason is our law.

Her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck’d, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.

As one who long in populous city pent.