Southwell Quotes & Sayings

Christianity is warfare, and Christians are spiritualsoldiers. — Robert Southwell

What a waste for such a handsome man to be..."
Minna chuckled. "So you find him attractive."
"Who would not, My Queen?"
"Indeed, you are right. Who would not? But alas, no woman will ever find comfort in his arms, or passion in his eyes, though it is not impossible that he should love. A woman willing to sacrifice the hope of children might find great happiness with him if she was prepared to be his friend."
"But would he wish it? — T.C. Southwell

My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns;Love is the fire and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns;The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals;The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls. — Robert Southwell

Rejoice, child, the Demon Lord will return for you. He will survive for you; win for you. You are what binds him to life, for he has something the Black Lord does not, the most powerful force of all. Love. — T.C. Southwell

Nothing can be said to be impossible unless it has been attempted. Has it? — T.C. Southwell

I evened the score a long time ago, but maybe if I kill you, I will feel better about it. — T.C. Southwell

Rue not my death. Rejoice at my repose, It was no death to me but to my woes. The bud was opened to let out the rose. The chain was loosed to let the captive go." - ROBERT SOUTHWELL ON MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS — J.T. Ellison

You're too cold to freeze, Blade. You have a heart of ice. I try to help you, and all I receive is scorn. — T.C. Southwell

Losing your child is a very difficult situation to deal with. It is not something you get over; it is something you learn to work through. — J.J. Southwell

Few have all they need, none all they wish. — Robert Southwell

Here was the Master of the Dance, the deadliest assassin in all of Jondar, unable to stomach the sight of a birth. — T.C. Southwell

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown. — Robert Southwell

Shun delays, they breed remorse;Take thy time while time is lent thee;Creeping snails have weakest force,Fly their fault lest thou repent thee.Good is best when soonest wrought,Linger'd labours come to nought. — Robert Southwell

No joy so great but runneth to an end,No hap so hard but may in fine amend. — Robert Southwell

Time wears all his locks before,Take thy hold upon his forehead;When he flies he turns no more,And behind his scalp is naked.Works adjourn'd have many stays,Long demurs breed new delays. — Robert Southwell

He was shadows. Cool, calm, dead. Like Conash. The boy who had been Conash, but was no longer. Dead boy. Dead Son. Born dead in a river of blood under a Death Moon in a blizzard, and given a grave-name. — T.C. Southwell

Don't you understand that freedom depends upon the continuing possibility of rebel violence. When violence becomes unthinkable, freedom dies ... — Samuel B. Southwell

The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall. — Robert Southwell

The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing. — Robert Southwell

Lingering labors come to naught. — Robert Southwell

God gave Himself to you: give yourself to God. — Robert Southwell

Times go by turns, and chances change by course, from foul to fair, from better hap to worse. — Robert Southwell

Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain. — Robert Southwell

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. — Robert Southwell

Gift better than Himself God doth not know,
Gift better than God no man can see;
This gift doth here the giver given bestow
Gift to this gift let each receiver be;
God is my gift, Himself He freely gave me,
God's gift am I, and none but God shall have me. — Robert Southwell

A blade cannot be safely grasped, it cuts any who touch it. Hold it lightly and you may be safe, take a firmer grip, and you will lose your fingers. — T.C. Southwell

My conscience is my crown,Contented thoughts my rest;My heart is happy in itself,My bliss is in my breast.Enough I reckon wealth;A mean the surest lot,That lies too high for base contempt,Too low for envy's shot. — Robert Southwell

What thought can think, another thought can mend. — Robert Southwell

As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear. — Robert Southwell

Water inflated the belly
Of Hart Crane, and of Shelley.
Coleridge was a dope.
Southwell died on a rope. — Roy Fuller

I wealthiest am when richest in remorse. — Robert Southwell

My mind to me an empire is. — Robert Southwell

Where sin was hatched, let tears now wash the nest. — Robert Southwell

Blade shot her a quick glance, his eyes skipping off her nudity, his face heating again. He picked up the dress. "Don't you want to put this on?"

She shot him a disbelieving look. "I'm in the middle of giving birth. I'm not going to put on a damned dress! — T.C. Southwell

Vengeance." "It is a sweet cup with bitter dregs, but I have grown accustomed to it. I have drunk my fill of it, yet it is never empty. — T.C. Southwell

Not one of you reflects, that you ought know your Gods before you worship them. — Charles Southwell