Gall Quotes
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The glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.
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More Gall Quotes
No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
william penn— William Penn, No Cross, No Crown (1682)
And Isaid,My strengthand my hope isperished fromthe L: Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
Bible (Old Testament)— ORDLamentations 3:18-19.
My wardrobe is like a garden oh, I don't know how I've got the gall! My wardrobe is just like a wardrobe it's not like a garden at all!
attila the stockbroker— "My Wardrobe", from Cautionary Tales for Dead Commuters (1985)
And thus He mused: "From here, indeed Shall we strike terror in the Swede? And here a city by our labor Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor; "Here cut" - so Nature gives command - Your window through on Europe; stand Firm-footed by the sea, unchanging!
aleksandr pushkin— The Bronze Horseman (1833)
Your problem has nothing to do with git , and everything to do with emacs . And then you have the gall to talk about "Unix design" and not gumming programs together, when you yourself use the most gummed-up piece of absolute sh*t there is!
linus torvalds— Torvalds, Linus (2008-12-17). Message. Git mailing list. Gmane. Retrieved on 2008-12-18.
And thus He mused: "From here, indeed Shall we strike terror in the Swede? And here a city by our labor Founded, shall gall our haughty neighbor; "Here cut" - so Nature gives command - Your window through on Europe; stand Firm-footed by the sea, unchanging!
— The Bronze Horseman (1833)
No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes. What king so strong, Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue?
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, Act III, scene 2, line 146 (1603).
Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow, The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall! Gloomy was Heaven; bright Phœbus did avow He would be coy, and would not love at all; Swearing no greater mischief could be wrought, Than love united to a jealous thought.
Robert Greene— Robert Greene, Jealousy.
On the Great and Holy Friday we commemorate the holy, saving and awesome sufferings of our Lord and God and Saviour Jesus Christ: the spitting, the striking, the scourging, the cursing, the mockery; the crown of thorns, the purple cloak , the rod, the sponge, the vinegar and gall, the nails, the spear; and above all the cross and the death, which He voluntarily endured for us. Also we commemorate the saving confession of the grateful thief who was crucified with Him.
— Rev. Alkiviadis Calivas, Greek Orthodox Archdiocese of America Great Friday:Comments on the Main Themes (2002-2003)
This, I shall say, is He, the son of the carpenter or the whore , the destroyer of the Sabbath , the Samaritan and Who had a devil . This is He, Whom ye bought of Judas: this is He, Who was smitten with a reed and with bufferings, dishonoured with spittings, drugged with gall and vinegar. This is He, Whom the disciples stole secretly away, that it might be said that He had risen again[.]
— Tertullian, De spectaculis (ca. 197–202).
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
— Act I, scene 1, line 196.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night (c. 1601-02), Act III, scene 2, line 52.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
— Sir Toby, scene ii
This, I shall say, is He, the son of the carpenter or the whore , the destroyer of the Sabbath , the Samaritan and Who had a devil . This is He, Whom ye bought of Judas: this is He, Who was smitten with a reed and with bufferings, dishonoured with spittings, drugged with gall and vinegar. This is He, Whom the disciples stole secretly away, that it might be said that He had risen again[.]
— Tertullian, De spectaculis (ca. 197–202).
But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise.
james thomson— James Thomson, The Seasons, Spring (1728), line 1,073.
