William Blake

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William Blake

Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.
Aug 4, 2009, 11:50 am ISTInspirational QuotesAazad Staff
William Blake
  William Blake

What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither’d field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
This is not done by jostling in the street.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

You never know what is enough unless you
know what is more than enough.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

There is a moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find
This Moment and it multiply.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

If you trap the moment before its ripe
The tears of repentance you’ll certainly wipe
But if once you let the ripe moment go
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

It is easier to forgive an Enemy than to forgive a Friend:
The man who permits you to injure him, deserves your vengeance:
-William Blake (1757-1827)

I have tried to make friends by corporeal gifts but have only
Made enemies: I never made friends but by spiritual gifts
-William Blake (1757-1827)

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! My soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav’d of light.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
Let the enchain’d soul shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years
Rise and look out his chains are loose his dungeon doors are open
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Damn braces! Bless relaxes!
I hate scarcesmiles. I lovelaughing.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot,
From the morn to the evening he strays:
He shall follow his sheep all the day
And his tongue shall be filled with praise. -William Blake (1757-1827)

For he hears the lamb’s innocent call,
And he hears the ewe’s tender reply,
He is watchful while they are in peace.
For they know their Shepherd is nigh.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Can I see another’s woe
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see another’s grief
And not seek for kind relief.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,
But O he lives in the moony light!
I thought to find Love in the heart of the day,
But sweet Love is the comforter of night. --William Blake (1757-1827)

Seek love in the pity of other’s woe,
In the gentle relief of another’s care,
In the darkness of night and the winter’s snow,
In the naked and outcast, seek Love ther.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

And every Natural Effect has a Spiritual Cause, and Not
A Natural; for a Natural Cause only seems, it is a Delusion
Of Ulro: & a ratio of the perishing Vegetable Memory.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

The nature of infinity is this: That everything has its
Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro Eternity.
Has passd that Vortex, he perceives it roll backward behind
His path, into a globe itself infolding; like a sun:
Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty
-William Blake (1757-1827)

My mother groan’d! My father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
-William Blake (1757-1827)

Why art thou silent and invisible
Father of Jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye
Why darkness and obscurity
In all thy words and laws
That none dare eath the fruit but from
The wily serpents jaws
Or is it because Secresy
Gains females loud applause
-William Blake (1757-1827)


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