Quote by William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I w

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake

Other quotes by William Blake

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! – William Blake

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Birds
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The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose. – William Blake

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Art
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Other Quotes from
Resentment
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Resentment or grudges do no harm to the person against whom you hold these feelings but every day and every night of your life, they are eating at you. – Norman Vincent Peale

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Resentment

Ive had a few arguments with people, but I never carry a grudge. You know why? While youre carrying a grudge, theyre out dancing. – Buddy Hackett

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Resentment

Nay, Georias, I call him the bravest man,
Who knows to suffer the most injuries
With patience. All this swiftness of resentment
Is proof of a little mind. – Menander

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Resentment

You gave him an opportunity of showing greatness of character and he did not seize it. He will never forgive you for that. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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Resentment

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That was really so upsetting when you are trying to pass on some very serious knowledge and be basically, treated worse than a student coming off the street because his father pays the tuition. Come on. Give me a break. This is no school. This is a joke. – Miroslav Vitous

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In this electronic age we see ourselves being translated more and more into the form of information, moving toward the technological extension of consciousness. – Marshall McLuhan

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Sometimes poetry is inspired by the conversation entered into by reading other poems. – John Barton

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