Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer. — Vera Nazarian Copy Share Image
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee. — Homer Copy Share Image
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee. — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, mine heart will not serve now to see thee; for through thee and… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy. — Robert Burton Copy Share Image
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Pray thee, spare, thyself at times: for it becomes a wise man sometimes to relax the high pressure of his attention to… — Thomas Aquinas Copy Share Image
Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep. — Charles Wesley Copy Share Image
good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne? Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The Lord has said, ‘I have chosen thee in the furnace of affliction.’ (Isaiah 48:10, 1 Nephi 20:10). He knows, being omniscient,… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Language most shows a man; speak that I may see thee; it springs out of the most retired and inmost parts of… — Ben Jonson Copy Share Image
25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What shall I give Thee, Master? Thou who didst die for me! How can I give less than give of my best,… — David Berg Copy Share Image
When we start at the center of ourselves, we discover something worthwhile extending toward the periphery of the circle. We find again… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Oh Agnes, Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men, Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars Makest to teem the many-voyaged main And… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
And there I saw in the night the vision of a man…coming as it were from Ireland, with countless letters. And he… — Saint Patrick Copy Share Image
What an honourable thing is it to be fishers of men! How great an honour shouldst thou esteem it, to be a… — Thomas Boston Copy Share Image
Wouldst thou learn thy Lord's meaning in this thing? Learn it well: Love was His meaning. Who shewed it thee? Love. What… — Julian of Norwich Copy Share Image
You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
See thou, whatsoever be thy name -- whether Fate, Life, or Devil! I cast thee down my gauntlet, I challenge thee to… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
My God, grant that my bounty may be a clear and transparent river, flowing from pure charity, and uncontaminated by self-love, ambition,… — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Copy Share Image
The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee. — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrop are waiting for thee. — Stephen Foster Copy Share Image
My country tis of thee, to take swings at each other on talk show TV. — Ani DiFranco Copy Share Image
Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Virtue, vain word, futile shadow, slave of chance! Alas! I believe in thee! — Marcus Junius Brutus the Younger Copy Share Image
