Quotes About Bosom

Of comfort no man speak. Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes write sorrow on the bosom of the earth." I

Then, beside myself with joy, I cried out: "O Jesus, my Love, at last I have found my vocation. My vocation is love! Yes, I have found my place in the bosom of the Church, and this place, O my God, Thou hast Thyself given to me: in the heart of the Church, my Mother, I will be LOVE! . . .

Ask me no more if east or westThe Phoenix builds her spicy nest;For unto you at last she flies,And in your fragrant bosom dies.

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom moveThe bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)The bosom of his Father and his God.

The infidel may well despond, When sorrow's tear he sheds, His bosom knows no hope beyond The dust on which he treads.

Love in my bosom like a beeDoth suck his sweet.

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.

The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.

The ills attributed to an anthropomorphic abstraction called society may be laid more realistically at the door of Everyman. Utopia must spring in the private bosom before it can flower into civic virtue, inner reforms leading to outer ones. A man who has reformed himself will reform thousands.

I know nothing so indecent," he said, "as these vague declamations of the theologians against reason. To hear them one would suppose that men could not enter into the bosom of Christianity except as a herd of cattle enters a stable.

The moon will press her dimpled cheek Against the bosom of the sky, And, as we dreamed once, seem to speak To silver clouds which drift them by.

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.

Where lies your text? Viola: In Orsino's bosom. Olivia: In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom? Viola: To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.

Canst thou not... Raze out the written troubles of the brain And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous Stuff Which weights upon the heart?

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone. Arise black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, for 'tis of aspics' tongues.

She was a thinking bosom and one who overpowered her young lovers, all Sybil — a Romantic.

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again.

So, I am relegating the bosom again to the semidarkness where centuries of sexo-maniacal puritanism and of desire considered sin have kept it. . . .

Once more do I warn thee,' answered the old man with undisturbed composure, "Wake not the dead" — let her rest.' 'Aye, but not in the cold grave: she shall rather rest on this bosom which burns with eagerness to clasp her.

Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting, sleeplessly.

Day hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.