Top 35 Quotes About Southwell
#1. Water inflated the belly
Of Hart Crane, and of Shelley.
Coleridge was a dope.
Southwell died on a rope.
Roy Fuller
#2. Rue not my death. Rejoice at my repose, It was no death to me but to my woes. The bud was opened to let out the rose. The chain was loosed to let the captive go." - ROBERT SOUTHWELL ON MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS
J.T. Ellison
#3. No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
Robert Southwell
#5. Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse.
Robert Southwell
#7. You're too cold to freeze, Blade. You have a heart of ice. I try to help you, and all I receive is scorn.
T.C. Southwell
#8. Time wears all his locks before,Take thy hold upon his forehead;When he flies he turns no more,And behind his scalp is naked.Works adjourn'd have many stays,Long demurs breed new delays.
Robert Southwell
#9. The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing.
Robert Southwell
#10. Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain.
Robert Southwell
#11. He was shadows. Cool, calm, dead. Like Conash. The boy who had been Conash, but was no longer. Dead boy. Dead Son. Born dead in a river of blood under a Death Moon in a blizzard, and given a grave-name.
T.C. Southwell
#12. Here was the Master of the Dance, the deadliest assassin in all of Jondar, unable to stomach the sight of a birth.
T.C. Southwell
#13. Nothing can be said to be impossible unless it has been attempted. Has it?
T.C. Southwell
#15. Vengeance." "It is a sweet cup with bitter dregs, but I have grown accustomed to it. I have drunk my fill of it, yet it is never empty.
T.C. Southwell
#17. My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls.
Robert Southwell
#19. Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers.
Robert Southwell
#20. Losing your child is a very difficult situation to deal with. It is not something you get over; it is something you learn to work through.
J.J. Southwell
#21. My conscience is my crown,Contented thoughts my rest;My heart is happy in itself,My bliss is in my breast.Enough I reckon wealth;A mean the surest lot,That lies too high for base contempt,Too low for envy's shot.
Robert Southwell
#22. Shun delays, they breed remorse;Take thy time while time is lent thee;Creeping snails have weakest force,Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.Good is best when soonest wrought,Linger'd labours come to nought.
Robert Southwell
#23. I evened the score a long time ago, but maybe if I kill you, I will feel better about it.
T.C. Southwell
#24. Gift better than Himself God doth not know,
Gift better than God no man can see;
This gift doth here the giver given bestow
Gift to this gift let each receiver be;
God is my gift, Himself He freely gave me,
God's gift am I, and none but God shall have me.
Robert Southwell
#25. As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.
Robert Southwell
#27. When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown.
Robert Southwell
#29. Don't you understand that freedom depends upon the continuing possibility of rebel violence. When violence becomes unthinkable, freedom dies ...
Samuel B. Southwell
#30. Not one of you reflects, that you ought know your Gods before you worship them.
Charles Southwell
#31. Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.
Robert Southwell
#32. Rejoice, child, the Demon Lord will return for you. He will survive for you; win for you. You are what binds him to life, for he has something the Black Lord does not, the most powerful force of all. Love.
T.C. Southwell
#33. A blade cannot be safely grasped, it cuts any who touch it. Hold it lightly and you may be safe, take a firmer grip, and you will lose your fingers.
T.C. Southwell
#34. Blade shot her a quick glance, his eyes skipping off her nudity, his face heating again. He picked up the dress. "Don't you want to put this on?"
She shot him a disbelieving look. "I'm in the middle of giving birth. I'm not going to put on a damned dress!
T.C. Southwell
#35. The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall.
Robert Southwell
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