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Eternity is in love with the productions of time. - William Blake

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. – William Blake

Other quotes by William Blake

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. – William Blake

Category:
Music
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William Blake
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Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night. – William Blake

Category:
Poverty
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William Blake
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People with clear, written goals, accomplish far more in a shorter period of time than people without them could ever imagine. – Brian Tracy

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Time

Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth. – Thomas Huxley

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Time

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide. – Abraham Lincoln

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Time

I can mention many moments that were unforgettable and revelatory. But the most single revelatory three minutes was the first time I put on scuba gear and dived on a coral reef. Its just the unbelievable fact that you can move in three dimensions. – David Attenborough

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Time

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When envoys are sent with compliments in their mouths, it is a sign that the enemy wishes for a truce. – Sun-Tzu

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Business is never so healthy as when, like a chicken, it must do a certain amount of scratching around for what it gets. – Henry Ford

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And now it has risen above the massive and lofty tree, and throws its pleasant shadow down upon the earth—pleasant shadow that paces along the meadows, leaving behind a greater brilliancy on tree, and grass, and hedge, and flower than what, for a moment, it had eclipsed. – William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862

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