John Donne Quotes - Page 4

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.

True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

What if this present were the world's last night?

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

In heaven it is always autumn.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

I am a little world made cunningly.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

Death, thou shalt die.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.