William Blake Quotes
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Quotes to Explore
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Where I'm from, you're a square if you go to church or if you decide to read the Koran or Bible.
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The writers of the French enlightenment had deliberately used blasphemy as a weapon, refusing to accept the power of the Church to set limiting points on thought.
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I will go down as the voice of this generation, of this decade, I will be the loudest voice.
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It's not enough to attend church and pray every Sunday; you have to act.
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As a writer, I had learned a lot on 'Margin Call' about embracing the weaknesses of a narrative and of a project. A story always has an inherent narrative weakness.
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My voice hasn't changed really very much. I still do all my songs when I perform live and still do them in the original keys. I've been blessed with that ability to retain that.
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Movies can provide tear-inducing or comically-entertaining representations of love, but many agree that its deeper conflicting complexities often seem unfathomable.
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It was a real surprise to me to come across the evidence that Christianity might once have been a danced religion. Certainly, some of the early church leaders thought this was great and spoke of what seems to have been circle dancing, perhaps around an altar.
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My uncle is so funny - Don Vito. He was always fat with the craziest voice. Dude, he barely speaks English; it's just full-blown jibber-jabber. It's so funny to watch on TV because you really need subtitles because you can't understand him.
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I don't sing anything that hurts my voice.
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The systematic murder of Christians in the Middle East is a horrible atrocity, and all of us should be united against it. Likewise, we should speak with one voice against the persecution of Jews, usually being carried out by the very same jihadist radicals.
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The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make - not just on your wedding day, but over and over again - and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife.
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The people of the Fifth District of Louisiana need and deserve a voice in Washington.
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A modern-day Dickens with a popular voice and a genius for storytelling in any genre, Stephen King has written many wonderful books.
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This claustrophobia was the only weakness I had. It's not my fault. It's just in my mind.
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That's one thing you hear in my voice today. I could yodel from one octave to another octave. It always fascinated me.
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I've never been into the typical R&B voice, with runs and bluesy sounding words. That doesn't suit me.
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I've spent more time in hospitals than some fellows ever spend in church.
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I hope not in works. I hope not in ethics. I hope not in baptisms or church membership. I hope in Christ alone.
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I am lucky, I don't have aches and pains. I do Pilates regularly, which is a series of stretching exercises, and I recommend it to anyone of my age because the temptation is not to exercise when you get older. Well, you should.
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She ran away with me, and we were getting farther and farther from the wagon. So I waited for a place where there were no cat's-claws and jumped off, ... I got up crying and walked back to the wagon.
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A man who has to be convinced to act before he acts is not a man of action. You must act as you breathe.
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I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
