Quotes About Gate

Repulsion is the sentry that guards the gate to all that we most desire.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

A goodbye at the gate, said Hobie. He seemed to be talking partly to himself. That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku - he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms on the way to death.

We did not choose to be the guardians of the gate, but there is no one else.

A crafty nightrunner died of late, And found himself at Bilairy's Gate. He stood outside and refused to knock Because he meant to pick the lock.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Once one has rejected faith, it will become impossible for him to enter the gates of Heaven.

She is hollowed out, her edges blurred and insubstantial. She might disintegrate, break apart, like a raindrop hitting a leaf. She cannot leave this place, she cannot pass through this gate. She can not leave him here.

Th' Angelic Guards ascended, mute and sad   For Man, for of his state by this they knew,   Much wondring how the suttle Fiend had stoln   Entrance unseen. Soon as th' unwelcome news   From Earth arriv'd at Heaven Gate, displeas'd   All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare   That time Celestial visages, yet mixt   With pitie, violated not thir bliss.

At the gates of time, blessing waits to usher toward us the grace we need.

He headed back up the midway. At the end of it, he looked down to his right. That was the Concourse. He'd have to walk down that later, anyway, so he turned to his left and followed a much less-crowded street past a miscellany of buildings, and at the end, looked past a gate and over an extensive campground.

There is more beauty in truth, even if it is a dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.

The longest part of the journey is said to be the passing of the gate.

The irony of the human condition is that it is the narrow gate to life. Few find it because they are too fearful to look

The future is only the past again, entered through another gate.

There was this gate and it was just some rusty gate but I knew I had to get through it. The only way forward is through. Who said that? I had to get through it, if I didn't I would die, get cut open, sliced with a knife from the neck right down to labia with me screaming all the time, I just had to get through the fucking gate.

Rome], who was formerly the gate of heaven, is now a sort of open mouth of hell.

A gate to nature is a gate to heaven!

Now he saw demons blinding millions of souls who were rewarded with pleasures and reassurance, for the way home was the long, hard path, and the gate to the path was narrow. The gate was not locked, but few would choose it, for the truth had been degraded wherever it was not denied altogether. Darkness was called light, and light called darkness. Good was called evil, and evil good.

But the demonstration of the power of Jesus' name took place, not in the Temple, but outside the gate. God is on the move, not confined

The death of Jesus was the moment when the great gate of human history, bolted with iron bars and overgrown with toxic weeds, burst open so that the Creator's project of reconciliation between heaven and earth could at last be set in powerful motion.

The death of Jesus was the moment when the great gate of human history, bolted with iron bars and overgrown with toxic weeds, burst open so that the Creator's project of reconciliation between heaven and earth could at last be set in powerful motion. The myrtle will at last replace the brier, and the cypress the thorn.

Pissed at the arrogance of angels, at the rain, at the whole fucking universe, she strode out without a backward look. Venom was at the gate. Damn man looked good wet.