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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c1d092d | Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. | William Blake | ||
| 5814bac | And all must love the human form, In heathen, turk or jew; | William Blake | ||
| 713019a | In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? | William Blake | ||
| 235d3b9 | The great and golden rule of art as well as of life, wrote William Blake, is that the more distinct, sharp and defined the boundary line, the more perfect is the work of art; and the less keen and sharp the greater is the evidence of weak imitation, plagiarism and bungling. 'Great inventors in all ages knew this - Michael Angelo and Albert Durer are known by this and by this alone'; and another time he wrote, with all the simple directness .. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| dd4b9f2 | Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, | William Blake | ||
| 083dde1 | As a child, young William alarmed his parents by reporting that he experienced visions. In later life he told his friends that he had seen angels among the haymakers in the fields, which still lay in easy walking distance from Broad Street. when he got home and reported the vision, he barely escaped a thrashing for telling a lie. More disturbingly, his wife once remarked, "You know, dear, the first time you saw God was when you were four ye.. | Leo Damrosch | ||
| 666f64a | Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again-- So I piped, he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read-- So he vanish'd from my sight. .. | William Blake | ||
| 347f551 | And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. | William Blake | ||
| 358cb2f | Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens despite. - "The Clod and the Pebble" | William Blake | ||
| 0074a7c | The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the spring. The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells' cheerful sound, | William Blake | ||
| ca1e101 | It is a painful irony that while the right is forever casting climate change as a left-wing plot, most leftists and liberals are still averting their eyes, having yet to grasp that climate science has handed them the most powerful argument against unfettered capitalism since William Blake's "dark Satanic Mills" blackened England's skies (which, incidentally, was the beginning of climate change)." | Naomi Klein | ||
| 169ade2 | INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling-bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast. | William Blake | ||
| c8b6256 | There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. And there is a frown of hate, And there is a frown of disdain, And there is a frown of frowns Which you strive to forget in vain, For it sticks in the heart's deep core And it sticks in the deep backbone-- And no smile that ever was smil'd, But only one smile alone, That betwixt the cradle and grave It only o.. | William Blake | ||
| 669b9e0 | The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night | William Blake | ||
| 881c9a6 | Even the iconoclastic poet William Blake hinted that we should read between the lines." Langdon was familiar with the verse: BOTH READ THE BIBLE DAY AND NIGHT, BUT THOU READ BLACK WHERE I READ WHITE." | Dan Brown | ||
| 6e90ffb | WHAT IS NOW PROVED WAS ONCE ONLY IMAGIND --WILLIAM BLAKE | Neil deGrasse Tyson | ||
| 5c05cdc | The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no | William Blake | ||
| 6309bfd | SULLA PENA DI UN' ALTRO Posso vedere la pena di un altro e non soffrire anch'io? Posso vedere la pena di un altro e non cercare gentile sollievo? Posso vedere una lacrima che cade e non sentire la mia parte di dolore? Puo un padre vedere suo figlio che piange, e non riempirsi di dolore? Puo una madre stare seduta a sentire un bambino che geme una paura di bambino? No, no mai puo essere, mai, mai puo essere. E puo colui che sorride su tutti.. | William Blake | ||
| 33dc2bb | THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. | William Blake | ||
| caeb8ed | This was the first of the St. Augustines. Previous memos had borne messages from Zwingli, Levi-Strauss, Rilke, Chekhov, Tillich, William Blake, Charles Olson and a Kiowa chief named Satanta. Naturally the person responsible for these messages became known throughout the company as the Mad Memo-Writer. I never referred to him that way because it was much too obvious a name. I called him Trotsky. There was no special reason for choosing Trots.. | Don DeLillo | ||
| 9a15640 | JANUARY 26 Being Kind-I You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pastures. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. --KAHLIL GIBRAN The great and fierce mystic William Blake said, There is no greater act than putting another before you. This speaks to a selfless giving that seems to be at the base of meaningful love. Yet having struggled for a l.. | Mark Nepo | ||
| 2cdfb08 | Dentro del inmenso oceano de la poesia distinguia varias corrientes: maricones, maricas, mariquitas, locas, bujarrones, mariposas, ninfos y filenos. Las dos corrientes mayores, sin embargo, eran la de los maricones y la de los maricas. Walt Whitman, por ejemplo, era un poeta maricon. Pablo Neruda, un poeta marica. William Blake era maricon, sin asomo de duda, y Octavio Paz marica. Borges era fileno, es decir de improviso podia ser maricon y.. | Roberto Bolaño | ||
| 4d7b729 | Energy was the ruling theme of Victorian science, as machines increasingly harnessed the forces of nature to do man's work. The concept is also present in the art and literature of the age, notably in the poems of William Blake. The Romantic movement was much interested in energy and its various transformations. | romanticism | Jeremy Campbell | |
| 1f78e49 | Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceiv'd. | William Blake | ||
| 00b288e | Because--isn't it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture--? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it's a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what's right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart." | Donna Tartt | ||
| ecfef3b | At a friend's house in Greenwich Village I remember talking of the frustration of trying to find the precise word for one's thoughts, saying that the ordinary dictionary was inadequate. 'Surely a system could be devised,' I said, 'of lexicographically charting ideas, from abstract words to concrete ones, and by deductive and inductive processes arriving at the right word for one's thought.' 'There is such a book,' said a Negro truck-driver:.. | Charlie Chaplin | ||
| 38f1cdc | If anyone can inspire you to believe in real, honest-to-God love stories again, it's William Shakespeare. | Ashley Herring Blake | ||
| f6e70f1 | Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms. | William Blake | ||
| 21ef04a | According to Padilla, remembered Amalfitano, all literature could be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual. Novels, in general, were heterosexual. Poetry, on the other hand, was completely homosexual. Within the vast ocean of poetry he identified various currents: faggots, queers, sissies, freaks, butches, fairies, nymphs, and philenes. But the two major currents were faggots and queers. Walt Whitman, for example, was a faggot.. | Roberto Bolaño | ||
| 1b7caf0 | And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? | William Blake | ||
| c9bd1fc | It was Coleridge, a compulsive book scribbler, who first called it marginalia. Lamb would lend books to Coleridge, and they would come back annotated. Rather than being upset with his friend, Lamb valued such personal jottings. Other well documented marginalists include William Blake, Conan Doyle, Virginia Woolf, Gertrude Stein, Northrop Frye and Vladimir Nabokov. | Pradeep Sebastian | ||
| 7506bde | The Gates of Eden," as he called it that night, took us furthest out into the realm of the imagination, to a point beyond logic and reason. Like "It's Alright, Ma," the song mentions a book title in its first line, but the song is more reminiscent of the poems of William Blake (and, perhaps, of Blake's disciple Ginsberg) than it is of Tolstoy's War and Peace, vaunting the truth that lies in surreal imagery. After an almost impenetrable firs.. | Sean Wilentz | ||
| ab607f5 | When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep![a] So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet; and that very night, As Tom was .. | William Blake | ||
| 8d2b141 | God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day | poetry | William Blake | |
| 99b0c15 | The characters of Chaucer's Pilgrims are the characters which compose all ages and nations. As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the same characters repeated again and again, in animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men. Nothing new occurs in identical existence; Accident ever varies, Substance can never suffer change nor decay. Of Chaucer's characters, as described in his Ca.. | William Blake | ||
| 1f68766 | The changes that happen in the mommy brain are the most profound and permanent of a woman's life. For as long as her child is living under her roof, her GPS system of brain circuits will be dedicated to tracking that beloved child. Long after the grown baby leaves the nest, the tracking device continues to work. Perhaps this is why so many mothers experience intense grief and panic when they lose day-to-day contact with the person their bra.. | Louann Brizendine | ||
| 281cafd | Maternal stress during pregnancy has effects on the emotional and stress hormone reactions, particularly in female offspring. These effects were measured in goat kids. The stressed female kids ended up startling more easily and being less calm and more anxious than the male kids after birth. Furthermore, female kids who were stressed in utero showed a great deal more emotional distress than female kids who weren't. So if you're a girl about.. | Louann Brizendine | ||
| 10d3db3 | You and I are faced with one of those situations (which fortunately are not very numerous in one lifetime) which cannot possibly be adequately judged beforehand. It strikes me as a colossal gamble, or rather, a very great adventure. And personally I am considerably exhilarated by the risks! ... The greatness of the adventure perhaps consists partly in the fact that as a Catholic I can marry only once! But, as with being born, perhaps once i.. | marriage marshall-mcluhan | Marshall McLuhan | |
| 79412a0 | At every turn, while he was investigating the background for his study of Thomas Nashe, he would encounter the Church -- what Chesterton called (another book title) The Thing. It was everywhere. At one point, he later told me (and he was never very specific just when that point occurred), he decided that the thing had to be sorted out or he couldn't rest. Either it ws true, or it wasn't. Either the entire matter was true, all of it, exactly.. | conversion marshall-mcluhan | Marshall McLuhan | |
| 25cf793 | To bring order into this jangled sphere man must find its centre" Marshall McLuhan" | Douglas Coupland | ||
| ca91719 | When hit with a genius idea, people tend to say, "Well, if I sat down in a chair and really thought about it, I could have had that genius idea, too." But they didn't--and even if they'd wanted to, it could never have happened." | Douglas Coupland | ||
| bad94e7 | He knew that the fuel his brain craved could only be found in a proper university. | Douglas Coupland | ||
| 7f29265 | Marshall alone his room with a comically tall stack of books, methodically absorbing their contents as though they were drugs... | Douglas Coupland | ||
| b9ddebb | The "child" was an invention of the seventeenth century; he did not exist in, say, Shakespeare's day. He had, up until that time, been merged in the adult world and there was nothing that could be called childhood in our sense. Today's child is growing up absurd, because he lives in two worlds, and neither of them inclines him to grow up. Growing up - that is our new work, and it is total. Mere instruction will not suffice." | growing-up | Marshall McLuhan |