Friends are ourselves.
JOHN DONNEIf ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
More John Donne Quotes
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Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
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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!
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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
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I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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God is so omnipresent. God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
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As soon as there was two there was pride.
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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
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Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
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In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
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Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
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O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
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I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
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Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
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Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
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Art is the most passionate orgy within man’s grasp.
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Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Who are a little wise the best fools be.
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
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Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
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Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
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Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
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