Quotes
Quotes about Fancy
Feast of Paulinus, Bishop of York, Missionary, 644 God is especially present in the hearts of His people, by His Holy Spirit; and indeed the hearts of holy men are temples in the truth of things, and in type and shadow they are heaven itself. For God reigns in the hearts of His servants; there is His Kingdom. The power of grace hath subdued all His enemies; there is His power. They serve Him night and day, and give Him thanks and praise; that is His glory. This is the religion and worship of God in the temple. [Continued tomorrow] ...Jeremy Taylor, Holy Living October 11, 1997 Commemoration of Ethelburga, Abbess of Barking, 675 The temple itself is the heart of man, Christ is the high priest, who from thence sends up the incense of prayers, and joins them to His own intercession and presents all together to His Father; and the Holy Ghost by His dwelling there hath also consecrated it into a temple; and God dwells in our hearts by faith, and Christ by His Spirit, and the spirit by His purities: so that we are also cabinets of the mysterious Trinity, and what is this short of heaven itself, but as infancy is short of manhood?... The same state of life it is, but not the same age. It is heaven in a looking glass, dark but yet true, representing the beauties of the soul, and the grace of God, and the images of His eternal glory, by the reality of a special presence. ...Jeremy Taylor, Holy Living October 12, 1997 Commemoration of Wilfrid, Abbot of Ripon, Bishop of York, Missionary, 709 Commemoration of Elizabeth Fry, Prison Reformer, 1845 If God reveal anything to you by any other instrument of His, be as ready to receive it as ever you were to receive any truth by my ministry: for I am verily persuaded, the Lord has more truth yet to break forth out of His holy Word.
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy.
Men and women belong to different species, and communication between them is a science still in its infancy.
Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Ere you consult your fancy, consult your purse.
Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.
The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft contemplative, and kind.
When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within a hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befell!
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.
So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.
Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
Adieu, delightful land of France! O my country so dear, which nourished my infancy! [Fr., Adieu, plaisant pays de France! O, ma patrie La plus cherie, Qui a nourrie ma jeune enfance! Adieu, France--adieu, mes beaux jours.]
... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancyâthat it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
Gold is a vain and foolish fancy. [Fr., L'or est une chimere.]
