Quotes About Thou

If thou continuous to take delight in idle argumentation thou mayest be qualified to combat with the sophists, but will never know how to live with men.

As long as a self is driven by an id to a Thou, it is not a matter of love, either. In love the self is not driven by the id, but rather the self chooses the Thou.

If thou be more than hate or atmosphere Step forth in splendor, mortify our wolves. Or we assume a sovereignty ourselves.

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless…?

Ruin seize thee, ruthless King!Confusion on thy banners wait,Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wingThey mock the air with idle state.

I much applaud thy judgement; thou art well-read in a fellow. And 'tis the deepest art to study man.

Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare. Thou art supreme Love--kiss me--I am thine!

Here hast thou, what thou so much desired Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and, for the rest, I beseech thee, leave me now in peace!

O help/ Me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, help. Thou art/ Mine only hope. -Leia Organa

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without (15) The illness should attend it.

Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF: I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him.

Prayer is not only conversation, it is transformation. It is not only light, it is fire. And the closer you get to Him, the hotter the fire gets. Words begin to melt. The first word that melts in His presence is the word 'I.' That is His unique name. The closer you get to Him, the harder it is to begin a sentence with 'I.' It melts in the fire of 'thou.

The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours." —Sigmund Freud

18th century opera is packed with emotion, but contains not a trace of kitsch. Only with the 'thees' and 'thous' of Victorian poetry does the disease begin to grow in our poetic tradition.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.

That blood which thou hast spill'd, should join you closely in an eternal bond.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

Feelings dwell in man; but man dwells in his love. That is no metaphor, but the actual truth. Love does not cling to the I in such a way as to have the Thou only for its " content," its object; but love is between I and Thou. The man who does not know this, with his very being know this, does not know love; even though he ascribes to it the feelings he lives through, experiences, enjoys, and expresses.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.