846 Quotes by William Blake

You throw the sand against the wind; And the wind blows it back again.

We become what we behold.

He who binds to himself a job /Does the winged life destroy / But he who kisses the joy as it flies / Lives in eternity's sunrise.

Ah Sunflower, weary of time / Who countest the steps of the sun; / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller's journey is done

Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean / The children walking two & two in red & blue & green / Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow / Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow.

And throughout all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.

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.

Those who restrain their desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.