Author of quotes: William Blake. Page 3

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

A busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The one whose face does not emit light, will never be a star.

A fool sees not the same tree that wise sees.

Cruelty is the fruit of human hearts,
We envy look fat in that opinion,
Our image of the horror of the crown,
And stealth is our outfit.
Our outfit - forged steel,
Under it a fire power,
And view of the damper of the kiln
Hides the heart the mouth.

We forged the clothes of steel,
Our body - the fiery furnace,
Our faces closed furnace,
Our heart - hungry dragon.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Envy burning in the Man's Face,
In The Heart - The Cruelty Of Hell,
Horror - the Divine Way from the beginning,
The Mystery Of His Outfit.
Outfit It - steel Armor
Scorching Bugle - Brow,
His Body - Bellows,
Greedy Heart The Mouth!
Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress
The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal d
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.

I wandered one day on the winter trails.
- Play with me! I said to the snowflakes.
Played, and melted... Their behavior
Winter was horrified as the fall.
I walked abroad on a snowy day:
I ask'd the soft Snow with me to play:
She play d and she melted in all her prime;
And the Winter call d it a dreadful crime.

There is a smile of love
And the smile of deceit and flattery.
And there is a smile of smiles,
Where both occur together.
Have a look, filled with anger,
And look, concealing the contempt.
And if there are both
There is no healing.

There's no bird flies too high if it flies on its own wings.

Prudence is a rich ugly old maid, for which dragging impotence.

Create a little flower is the work of centuries.

The word can't be expressed
All the love to the beloved.
The wind is moving, sliding,
Quiet and invisible.
I said, I said,
What lurked in the soul.
Oh, my love in tears
In fear withdrew.
A moment later
The traveler marching past,
Softly, softly, jokingly
Took possession of the beloved.
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly
I told my love i told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.