Home / Quotes / Quote by William Blake

Quote by William Blake

“My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.”

Quote by William Blake

Author

William Blake (November 28, 1757 - August 12, 1827) was an English Romantic poet, painter, and printmaker. Known for his unique visual art and profound philosophical thoughts, he is considered one of the most innovative poets in the history of English literature. more

You May Also Like

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”

May Spirit Sun Months Horse Gorgeous Midsummer May Day

Book:The plays of William Shakespeare: With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators

Source: The plays of William Shakespeare: With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”

“Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeers, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.”

Ifs Men School Answers Rooms Wonder Teacher Tree Students Christmas Inspirational Christmas Christmas Tree Merry Christmas Inspirational Pine Trees Short Christmas Tinsel Jesus And Christmas Jesus Christmas

Book:Reagan, In His Own Hand: The Writings of Ronald Reagan that Reveal His Revolutionary Vision for America

Source: Reagan, In His Own Hand: The Writings of Ronald Reagan that Reveal His Revolutionary Vision for America

“Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumblings-apart.”

Humans May Moving Felt Our Lives Shapes Human Life Sequence Castles Linear Bounce Tumbling

Book:The Ground Beneath Her Feet: A Novel

Source: The Ground Beneath Her Feet: A Novel

“Each generation must discover its mission, fulfill it or betray it, in relative opacity.”

Generations Missions Relative Betray Wretched

Book:The Wretched of the Earth

Source: The Wretched of the Earth

“By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.”

Hard Ambition Workers Worthy Hungry Being The Best Admission Sorting Hogwarts Hard Worker Great Ambition Power Hungry Gryffindor Hufflepuff

Author:J. K. Rowling

“The basic confrontation which seemed to be colonialism versus anti-colonialism, indeed capitalism versus socialism, is already losing its importance. What matters today, the issue which blocks the horizon, is the need for a redistribution of wealth. Humanity will have to address this question, no matter how devastating the consequences may be.”

Source: The Wretched of the Earth

“O my body, make of me always a man who questions!”

Book:The Wretched of the Earth

Source: The Wretched of the Earth

“Nowadays, anyone who wishes to combat lies and ignorance and to write the truth must overcome at least five difficulties. He must have the courage to write the truth when truth is everywhere opposed; the keenness to recognize it, although it is everywhere concealed; the skill to manipulate it as a weapon; the judgment to select those in whose hands it will be effective; and the running to spread the truth among such persons.”

Writing Persons Hands Running Lying Wish Five Ignorance Truth Is Skills Judgment Weapons Overcoming Difficulty Spread Combat Manipulate Select Concealed Keenness

Book:Galileo

Source: Galileo

“From the place by the railing at the edge of the tracks on the summer evening I return across the city to my own room. I am vividly aware of my own life that escaped the winter on the boat. How many such lives I have lived. Then I only made a dollar and a half a day and now I sometimes make more than that in a few minutes. How wonderful to be able to write words. ... Again I begin the endless game of reconstructing my own life, jerking it out of the shell that dies, striving to breathe into it beauty and meaning. ... I wonder why my life, why all lives, are not more beautiful.”