Quotes About Thee

Damsel, wherefore art thou girt with that sword, for it beseemeth thee not?

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee."1

O SON OF MAN! I loved thy creation, hence I created thee. Wherefore, do thou love Me, that I may name thy name and fill thy soul with the spirit of life.

I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.

God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:By that sin fell the angels.

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere

How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press. . . . . Like Eden's dead probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee; Recall its useless roving— Come back and dwell with me.

Twas my one glory - Let it be Remembered I was owned of Thee.

Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel? But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men.

Verily, I say unto thee, many are the adepts that have looked upon the back parts of my father, and cried, our eyes fail before the glory of thy countenance.

Inuyasha' is one of my favorite animes.

Go, and peace go with thee. Only, another time do not meddle with my game.

All the world is queer save me and thee; and sometimes I think thee is a little queer.

You know, Saint Augustine said our hearts are restless 'til they rest in thee. And I had a restlessness in my heart. Something just wasn't quite right.

And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so?' — With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.

As Augustine observed: "Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty, so ancient and so new. Late have I loved Thee.

Will. A name that still had the power to stop his breath. Aye, and i'd traffic with Hell for thee all over again, for a moment such as this.

Love is he, radiant with great splendor,And speaks to us of Thee, O Most High.

"God save thee, ancient Mariner!From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—Why look'st thou so?"—"With my crossbowI shot the Albatross."

Come little children, I'll take thee away into a Land of Enchantment. Come little children, the time's come to play here in my Garden of Magic.