John Donne citáty

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„Tělo rozžhavené láskou chladne celý život.“

„Láska stojící na kráse, tak jako krása, brzy umírá.“

„Nepyšni se, Smrti, že tě nazývají mocnou a strašlivou, neboť takovou nejsi.“

„Pokud nejsi svým vlastním palácem, svět se pro tebe stane vězením.“

„Krása lásky spočívá v pošetilosti srdcí, nikoliv ve snášenlivosti duší.“

„Smrtí každého člověka je mne méně, neboť jsem součástí lidstva.“

„Nač se dívat na umrlčí lebku v prstenu, když ji nosím ve své tváři?“

“When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.”

“The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety.”

“For I am every dead thing,
In whom love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness
He ruined me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.”

“I observe the physician, with the same diligence, as he the disease; I see he fears, and I fear with him…”

“And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?”

“Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys.”

“Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush.”

“I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.”

“Who are a little wise, the best fools be.”

“When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust.”

“Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?”

“What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?”

“But he who loveliness within
Hath found, all outward loathes,
For he who color loves, and skin,
Loves but their oldest clothes.”

“And new philosophy calls all in doubt,
The element of fire is quite put out;
The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit,
Can well direct him where to look for it.
And freely men confess that this world's spent,
When in the planets, and the firmament
They seek so many new; then see that this
Is crumbled out again to his atomies.
'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone;
All just supply, and all relation:
Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.”

“O my America! my new-found land.”

“And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the He and She.”

“All Kings, and all their favorites,
All glory of honors, beauties, wits
The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass,
Is elder by a year, now, than it was
When thou and I first one another saw:
All other things, to their destruction draw,
Only our love hath no decay;
This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running, it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.”

“When I died last, and dear, I die
As often as from thee I go.”

“I know not what fear is, nor I know not what it is that I fear now; I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease… my weakness is from nature, who hath but her measure, my strength is from God, who possesses and distributes infinitely.”

“Though Truth and Falsehood be
Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.”

“Who ever loves, if he do not propose
The right true end of love, he's one that goes
To sea for nothing but to make him sick.”

“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.”

“We understood
Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
That one might almost say, her body thought.”

“Variable, and therefore miserable condition of man; this minute I was well, and am ill, this minute.”

“A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.”

“Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints forevermore,
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.”

“Man, who is the noblest part of the earth, melts so away as if he were a statue, not of earth, but of snow.”

“Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Nor question much
That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm;
The mystery, the sign you must not touch,
For 'tis my outward soul,
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,
Will leave this to control,
And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.”

“Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone.”