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John Donne quotes (24)
No man is an Island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea Europe is the less as well as if a promontory were as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
John Donne Category: Brotherhood
Love all alike no season knows nor clime Nor hours days months which are the rags of time.
John Donne Category: Alike
Our eye-beams twisted and did thread Our eyes upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands as yet Was all the means to make us one And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.
John Donne Category: Hand
Our critical day is not the very day of our death but the whole course of our life; I thank him that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more that catechizes me or preaches to me or instructs me how to live.
John Donne Category: Unsorted
Yesternight the sun went hence And yet is here today.
John Donne Category: Sun
I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring Which is to keep that hid.
John Donne Category: Modesty
Reason is our Soules left hand Faith her right By these wee reach divinity....
John Donne Category: Faith
Sir more than kisses letters mingle souls; For thus friends absent speak.
John Donne Category: Letter
All mankind is of one author and is one volume; when one man dies one chapter is not torn out of the book but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God emploies several translators; some pieces are translated by age some by sickness some by war some by justice; but Gods hand is in every translation; and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.
John Donne Category: Death
The flea though he kill none he does all the harm he can.
John Donne Category: Harm
Send home my long strayed eyes to me Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
John Donne Category: Eyes
Love built on beauty soon as beauty dies.
John Donne Category: Beauty
Chastity is not chastity in an old man but a disability to be unchaste.
John Donne Category: Chastity
She and comparisons are odious.
John Donne Category: Comparison
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both love and death met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you then should that instruction be that comes to you from both these the love and death of Jesus Christ!
John Donne Category: Coffee
Loves mysteries in souls do grow But yet the body is his book.
John Donne Category: Body
That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers souls descend T affections and to faculties Which sense may reach and apprehend Else a great Prince in prison lies.
John Donne Category: Man
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.
John Donne Category: Love
Since I am coming to that holy room Where with thy choir of saints for evermore I shall be made thy music as I come I tune the instrument here at the door And what I must do then think here before.
John Donne Category: Music
I throw myself down in my chamber and I call in and invite God and his Angels thither and when they are there I neglect God and his Angels for the noise of a fly for the rattling of a coach for the whining of a door.
John Donne Category: God
Despair is the damp of hell As joy is the serenity of heaven.
John Donne Category: Despair
Sleep is pains easiest salve and doth fulfill all offices of death except to kill.
John Donne Category: Sleep
God is so omnipresent.... God is an angel in an angel and a stone in a stone and a straw in a straw.
John Donne Category: Angel
I am two fools I know For loving and for saying so In whining poetry.
John Donne Category: Fool