Thee Quotes

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not Honor more.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

My country tis of thee, to take swings at each other on talk show TV.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of Thee!

Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee.

Be still, then, thou uneasy mortal; know that God is unerringly wise; and be assured that, amidst the greatest multiplicity of beings, He does not overlook thee.

And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were.

I thawt I thaw a putty tat.” “I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. “Now, then, luv, let’s get down to business

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.

Come, come to Him who made thy heart; Come weary and oppressed; To come to Jesus is thy part; His part, to give thee rest.

Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee.

With few words I shall make thee understand my soul.

Everything harmonizes with me, which is harmonious to thee, o Universe. Nothing for me is too early or too late, which is in due time for thee.

If your faith does not make you pray, have nothing to do with it; get rid of it, and God help thee to begin again.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!

...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?

Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

America! America! God shed His grace on thee.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.

Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.

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

Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it.

Be of good cheer, Jesus Christ maketh thee whole.

God made thee perfect, not immutable.

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

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

We thank thee for this opportunity to show our love for these heroes who have accomplished such wonders for the beloved United States, which was founded by noble and inspired men.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.

Let it please thee to keep in order a moderate-sized farm, that so thy garners may be full of fruits in their season.

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.