Quotes from John Donne
I am the dust and the ashes of the temple of the Holy Ghost, and what marble is so precious? But I am more than dust and ashes: I am my best part, I am my soul.
- John Donne
Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
- John Donne
No man is an island, no man stands alone . . . Each man's death diminishes me, because I am involved with mankind . . .
- John Donne
Send not to know For whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
- John Donne
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more, death thou shalt die.
- John Donne
Any man's death diminishes me, for I am involved with mankind.
- John Donne
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truths, and fables histories; Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best, Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.
- John Donne
First, I give my gracious God an entire sacrifice of body and soul, with my most humble thanks for that assurance which His Blessed Spirit imprints in me now of the Salvation of the one, and the Resurrection of the other;
- John Donne
O miserable condition of man, which is not imprinted by God, who, as he is immortal himself, had put a coal, a beam of immortality into us, which we might have blown into a flame, but blew it by our first sin; we beggared ourselves by hearkening after falses riches, and infatuated ourselves by hearkening after false knowledge.
- John Donne
No man is an island entirely of itself. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.
- John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away And whisper to their souls, to goe, While some of their friends doe say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: So let us melt, and make no noise...
- John Donne
It was part of Adam's punishment, In the sweat of thy brows thou shalt eat thy bread: it is multiplied to me, I have earned bread in the sweat of my brows, in the labour of my calling, and I have it; and I sweat again and again, from the brow to the sole of the foot, but I eat no bread, I taste no sustenance: miserable distribution of mankind, where one half lacks meat, and the other stomach!
- John Donne