Quotes About Earth

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk! When that this body did contain a spirit a kingdom for it was to small a bound. But now two paces of the vilest earth are room enough

Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

It is the very error of the moon. She comes more nearer earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.

If it be love indeed, tell me how much. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.

Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man.

There is more things in heaven and earth...than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, And ere a man hath power to say Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion.

Existen más cosas entre el cielo y la tierra que las que sueñas en tu filosofía.

Then to the elements be free...

Ci sono più cose in cielo e in terra, Orazio, di quante non ne immagini la tua filosofia.

Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch / Of the ranged empire fall. Here is my space. / Kingdoms are clay; our dungy earth alike / Feeds beast as man.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)

Hay más cosas en el cielo y en la Tierra, Horacio, de las que contempla tu filosofía.

for naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give

Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.

I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the cheek of night like a rich jewel from an Ethiope's ear, beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

Caesar. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night.      Thrice

16 For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: 17 And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.

Life on Earth is quite a bargain. Dreams, for one, don't charge admission. Illusions are costly only when lost.

Most of the earth's inhabitants work to get by. They work because they have to. They didn't pick this or that occupation out of passion; the circumstances of their lives did the choosing for them.

Quatro bilhões de pessoas nesta terra, e minha imaginação é como era. Não se dá bem com grandes números.