Gate Quotes
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Woman, thou shouldst ever be clothed in rags and in mourning, appearing only as a penitent, drowned in tears, and expiating thus the sin of having caused the fall of the human race. Woman thou art the gate of the devil. It is thou who hast corrupted those whom Satan dare not attack face to face.
Tertullian -
I like walking in Golden Gate Park.
Yuan Yuan Tan
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I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.
Jack Carroll -
Nirvana is this moment seen directly. There is no where else than here. The only gate is now. The only doorway is your own body and mind. There’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing else to be. There’s no destination. It’s not something to aim for in the afterlife. It’s simply the quality of this moment.
Gautama Buddha -
Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.
Melissa de la Cruz -
I believe the future is only the past again, entered through another gate.
Arthur Wing Pinero -
Without opening the gate, and keeping one hand near the elevator buttons, Seth shone the flashlight around the room. The last thing he wanted was to get cornered by zombies inside of an elevator.
Brandon Mull -
A dog starv'd at the master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus'd upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear, A skylark wounded on the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing.
William Blake
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There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."
Alfred Lord Tennyson -
All roads end at the grave, which is the gate to nothingness.
George Bernard Shaw -
Repulsion is the sentry that guards the gate to all that we most desire.
Salvador Dali -
Honesty stands at the gate and knocks, and bribery enters in.
Barnabe Rich -
A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.
Louise Erdrich -
Taha walked out of the main gate of the building to find there were no children playing in the street. He walked slowly and aimlessly on the sidewalk under dusty green trees.
Zakaria Tamer
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You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.
Dante Alighieri -
The enemy is at the gate. It is a question of life and death.
Andrei Zhdanov -
Vienna is the gate to Eastern Europe.
Andreas Nikolaus "Niki" Lauda -
When we allow our fears and insecurities to blind us momentarily, we’re often tempted to make the gate narrower than God does.
Brian Houston -
Brutes find out where their talents lie; A bear will not attempt to fly, A foundered horse will oft debate Before he tries a five barred gate. A dog by instinct turns aside Who sees the ditch too deep and wide, But man we find the only creature Who, led by folly, combats nature; Who, when she loudly cries-Forbear! With obstinacy fixes there; And where the genius least inclines, Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Jonathan Swift -
Reimbursement may be sometimes small, but then great ability can never be measured by the tickets at the gate.
Eddie Harris
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I always felt that if you're not trying something different each time out of the gate, you're being safe, and you don't ever want to find that place of safety. I like that, each time, before I even go in front of the cameras, the studio's reaction will be fear.
Johnny Depp -
Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
John Milton -
She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
Emily Dickinson -
Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.
Charles Dickens