Sore Quotes
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The age seems sore from excess of stimulation, just as a day or two after a thorough Debauch and long sustained Drinking-match a man feels all over like a Bruise. Even to admire otherwise than on the whole and where "I admire" is but a synonyme for "I remember, I liked it very much when I was reading it ," is too much an effort, would be too disquieting an emotion!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge— Letter to Thomas Allsop (30 March 1820).
Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more, As a worm sucking an envenomed sore? Doth not thy fearful hand in felling quake, As one which gathering flowers, still fears a snake? Is not your last act harsh, and violent, As when a plough a stony ground doth rent?
john donne— c.1595 Elegies, no.8,'The Comparison'.
You cannot eat your cake and have your cake; 48 and store 's no sore.
Miguel de Cervantes— Ch. 43. (Part II (1615))
My body is a little bit sore from all of the practicing and playing and training, and your mind gets a little tired of it, too. It's nice to be able to recharge and come back fresh for the remainder of the year.
tiger woods— [6]
A man, a plan, a canoe, pasta, heros, rajahs, a coloratura, maps, snipe, percale, macaroni, a gag, a banana bag, a tan, a tag, a banana bag again (or a camel), a crepe, pins, Spam, a rut, a Rolo, cash, a jar, sore hats, a peon, a canal – Panama
— Guy Steele, Common LISP: The Language, Second Edition, 1984, ISBN 1555580416, p.405 (computer-aided)
German memory was like a massivetongue seeking out, over and over, a sore tooth.
Ian Buruma— 1994 The Wages of Guilt.
And the famine was sore in the land.
Bible (Old Testament)— Genesis 43:1.
To think that two and two are four And neither five nor three The heart of man has long been sore And long 'tis like to be.
— 1922 Last Poems, no.35.
I guess there is nothing that will get your mind off everything like golf. I have never been depressed enough to take up the game but they say you get so sore at yourself you forget to hate your enemies.
will rogers— Quoted in Michael HobbsThe Golf Quotation Book (1992).
I see that I've said something you don't like,Something uncouth and bold and terrifying,And yet, I'll tell you this:It won't be till each one of us is willing,Not you, not me, but every one of us,To hang upon a cross for every manWho suffers, starves and dies,Fight his sore battles as they were our own,And help him from the darkness and the mire,That there will be no crosses and no tyrants,No Herods and no slaves.
stephen vincent benét— Dismas, the thief.
John Barleycorn got up again,And sore surprised them all.
Robert Burns— John Barleycorn, st. 3 (1787)
The wise man sayth, store is no sore.
john heywood— Part I, chapter 5.
Erring, I wandered in the wilderness,In passion's grave nigh sinking, powerless;Now deeply I repent, in sore distress,That I kept not the statutes of the King!
— Poem My King trans. Alice Lucas
I have always said that a conference was held for one reason only, to give everybody a chance to get sore at everybody else. Sometimes it takes two or three conferences to scare up a war, but generally one will do it.
will rogers— Syndicated column, (5 July 1933)
Upon thy so sore lossShall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladderPitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
Francis Thompson— St. 5.
A store is no sore.
— Meaning: "An object that seems useless now may be just what you need at some future time, so do not discard it."
— Source for meaning: Martin H. Manser (2007). The Facts on File Dictionary of Proverbs. Infobase Publishing. p. 159.
— Caroline Ward (1842). National Proverbs in the Principal Languages of Europe. J.W. Parker. p. 14.
As soon Seek roses in December , ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind , or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore.
lord byron— Line 75 (English Bards and Scotch Reviewers (1809))
I pray thee of thy grace believe me, I did but speak the truth, most dread lord; for I am the meanest among thy subjects, being a pauper born, and 'tis by a sore mischance and accident I am here, albeit I was therein nothing blameful. I am but young to die, and thou canst save me with one little word. Oh speak it, sir!
mark twain— Tom Canty to his «father» King Henry VIII; Ch. 5: Tom as a patrician.
Lie down baby now don't say a word There there baby your vision is blurred Your head is so sore from all of that thinking I don't want to hurt you now But I think you're shrinking.
elvis costello— The Other End (of the Telescope)
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm
— 254: "Hope" is the thing with feathers —
Die then. This is my cure for sore knees.
jack vance— Chapter 26, section 4 (p. 299)
The sight of you is good for sore eyes.
jonathan swift— Jonathan Swift, Polite Conversation (c. 1738), Dialog. I.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves.
— Isaiah. LIX. 11. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
Laugh at your friends, and if your friends are sore, so much the better, you may laugh the more.
Alexander Pope— Alexander Pope, Epilogue to Satire, Dialogue I, line 55
The prayer that begins with trustfulness, and passes on into waiting, even while in sorrow and sore need, will always end in thankfulness and triumph and praise.
— Alexander Maclaren, p. 461. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
The wise man sayth, store is no sore.
— Part I, chapter 5. (Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919))
Touch the goblet no more! It will make thy heart sore To its very core!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, The Golden Legend (1872), Part I.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm
— Emily Dickinson, Poem 254 in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960), edited by Thomas H. Johnson
