Quotes About Gates

Well, I have been to heaven… It was complete with gates, angels and plaster saints – and electronic implantation equipment.' (L. Ron Hubbard, HCO Bulletin 11 May 1963)

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known; it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast as the universe; which means endless.

As soon as you move through the hospital doors you've removed yourself from real life. From the world we know. It's an alien world. Just enter those gates and you are in alien territory.

The storm has passed." He nodded toward the clearing skies. "The stars have come out." He paused and gazed upward. "I miss them when I'm not at sea. Out on the ocean they sparkle all around you. 'Tis like standing at the gates of heaven." "Sounds glorious.

Though cast away am I from the heart of my city, black tears dribble from mine eyes at the sight of the fearful trail blazing towards her gates!

Into two ranks did the armies dress themselves, and, when that their names were read aloud, so that in their numbers there would be no guile, each Knight did respond unto his name. Then were the gates shut, and then did the cry resound: "Do now your duty, young Knights proud!

The promise was void, like so many other sweet, illusory promises of our childhood; void as promises made in Eden before the seasons were divided, and when the starry blossoms grew side by side with the ripening peach,—impossible to be fulfilled when the golden gates had been passed.

They had gone forth together into their life of sorrow, and they would never more see the sunshine undimmed by remembered cares. They had entered the thorny wilderness, and the golden gates of their childhood had forever closed behind them.

Today the traveller on the Nile enters a wonderland at whose gates rise the colossal pyramids of which he has had visions perhaps from earliest childhood.

Well, Israel, obviously, thinks of the Iranian nuclear program as an existential threat to Israel.

Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and every kind of tigers and lions. And - and we have bus loads of kids, who don't get to see those things. They come up sick children, and enjoy it.

few areas were gated off, like the one they were approaching, the area with some of the casts of human bodies. Protected by iron gates, the figures sat mixed in with other finds in an open-air storage facility. Intermingled with fountains, slabs of marble, and endless rows of pots, were the plaster figures that the first archeologists made as they excavated

A stately row of Monterey pines lined the highway on either side of the security gates.

Hail the sun! the brightest of all that ever Dawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes! Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's river Rising to speed the flight of the white invaders Homeward in full retreat! - Chorus

The planets in their stations list'ning stood,While the bright pomp ascended jubilant.Open, ye everlasting gates, they sung,Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let inThe great Creator from his work return'dMagnificent, his six days' work, a world.

Morn,Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy handUnbarr'd the gates of light.

Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.

The shadows spread apace; while meekened Eve, Her cheek yet warm with blushes, slow retires Through the Hesperian gardens of the west, And shuts the gates of day.

My admiration stranger within our gates, who hesitates not to speak the truth.

Well, I warn you, love, that if you cast me out I shall build me a willow cabin at your gates - and likely die of inflammation of the lungs, for November is *not the month for building willow cabins!

Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.

Wars, plagues, names upon tombs tell us only what happened. But history lies in the cracks between. In the inexplicable, invisible turns—when someone puts a hand down, pushes open one particular gate, and steps through. A man saying no instead of yes, two hands grasped on a dark street.