Quotes by Authors - D

Edward Dahlberg

What men desire is a virgin who is a whore.

Salvador Dali

I do not take drugs. I am drugs.

Rodney Dangerfield

When I was a kid my parents moved a lot- but I always found them.

My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.

Dante

I love to doubt as well as know.

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall a time of happiness in misery.

I wept not, so to stone within I grew.

Clarence Darrow

I do not consider it to be an insult, but rather a compliment, to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure; that is all agnostisism means.

Charles Darwin

I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.

Robertson Davies

(from Tempest-Tost) Book lovers are thought by unbookish people to be gentle and unworldly, and perhaps a few of them are so. But there are others who will lie and scheme and steal to get books as wildly and unconscionably as the dope-taker in pursuit of his drug. They may not want the books to read immediately, or at all; they want them to possess, to range on their shelves, to have at command. They want books as a Turk is thought to want concubines-- not to be hastily deflowered, but to be kept at their master's call, and enjoyed more often in thought than in reality.

Eugene V. Debs

The rights of one are as sacred as the rights of a million.

I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world.

Luciano de Crescenzo

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Thomas Dekker

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Vine Deloria, Jr.

When asked by an anthropologist what the Indians called America before the white man came, an Indian said simply Ours.

Lisa Delpit

(from Other People's Children: Cultural Conflict in the Classroom) We hear about the birth of a child and ask questions like, "What did she have? How much did it weight?" and "Does it have any hair?" The Athabaskan Indians hear of a birth and ask, "Who came?" From the beginning, there is a respect for the newborn as a full person.

Demosthenes

What we have in us of the image of God is the love of truth and justice.

Rene Descartes

Reading all the good books is like a conversation with the finest men of past centuries.

If you would be a real seeker after truth, you must at least once in your life doubt, as far as possible, all things.

It is well to know something of the manners of various peoples, in order more sanely to judge our own, and that we do not think that everything against our modes is ridiculous, and against reason, as those who have seen nothing are accustomed to think.

Miguel de Unamuno

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

True science teaches, above all, to doubt and to be ignorant.

Peter De Vries

It is the final proof of God's omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

(from Comfort Me With Apples) Gluttony is a form of emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

Sir James Dewar

Minds are like parachutes. They only function when they are open

John Dewey

Education is not preparation for life; Education is life itself.

Charles Dickens

(regarding children) It is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.

 Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tries, and a touch that never hurts.

(first line of A Tale of Two Cities, 1859) It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

 It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

Emily Dickinson

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.

 That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

We turn not older with years, but newer each day.

Anger as soon as fed is dead/ ‘Tis starving makes it fat.

(Not in Vain)
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin,
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Denis Diderot

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

(from Le Neveu de Rameau) We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.

Marlene Dietrich

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.

Edsger W. Dijkstra

The question of whether a computer can think is no more interesting than the question of whether a submarine can swim.

Ani DiFranco

I sing sometimes for the war that I fight, 'cause every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.

Annie Dillard

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

(from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek) Peeping through my keyhole I see within the range of only about 30 percent of the light that comes from the sun; the rest is infrared and some ultraviolet, perfectly apparent to many animals, but invisible to me. A nightmare network of ganglia, charged and firing without my knowledge, cuts and splices what I see, editing it for my brain. Donald E. Carr points out that the sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain: 'This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.'

Phyllis Diller

Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.

Diogenes The Cynic

If only it were as easy to banish hunger by rubbing the belly as it is to masturbate.

Benjamin Disraeli

Nurture your minds with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes.

The wisdom of the wise, and the experience of ages, may be preserved by quotations.

Change is as inexorable as time, yet nothing meets with more resistance

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so you apologize for truth.

Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

"Fats" Domino

A lot of fellows nowadays have a B.A., M.D., or Ph.D. Unfortunately, they don't have a J.O.B.

John Donne

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor even chaste, except you ravish me.

 One is always an undefined being to oneself however well defined one may be to others.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so in Whining poetry.

Dostoevsky

The way up and the way down are the same.

Norman Douglas

You can tell the ideals of a nation by its advertisements.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.

Dream of the Rood, borrowed from the wonderful site at Mount Allison University

Verse Indeterminate Saxon

Hwæt! Ic swefna cyst         secgan wylle,
hwæt me gemætte         to midre nihte,
syðþan reordberend         reste wunedon!
þuhte me þæt ic gesawe         syllicre treow
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on lyft lædan,         leohte bewunden,
beama beorhtost.         Eall þæt beacen wæs
begoten mid golde.         Gimmas stodon
fægere æt foldan sceatum,         swylce þær fife wæron
uppe on þam eaxlegespanne.         Beheoldon þær engel dryhtnes ealle,
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fægere þurh forðgesceaft.         Ne wæs ðær huru fracodes gealga,
ac hine þær beheoldon         halige gastas,
men ofer moldan,         ond eall þeos mære gesceaft.
Syllic wæs se sigebeam,         ond ic synnum fah,
forwunded mid wommum.         Geseah ic wuldres treow,
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wædum geweorðode,         wynnum scinan,
gegyred mid golde;         gimmas hæfdon
bewrigene weorðlice         wealdendes treow.
Hwæðre ic þurh þæt gold         ongytan meahte
earmra ærgewin,         þæt hit ærest ongan
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swætan on þa swiðran healfe.         Eall ic wæs mid sorgum gedrefed,
forht ic wæs for þære fægran gesyhðe.         Geseah ic þæt fuse beacen
wendan wædum ond bleom;         hwilum hit wæs mid wætan bestemed,
beswyled mid swates gange,         hwilum mid since gegyrwed.
Hwæðre ic þær licgende         lange hwile
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beheold hreowcearig         hælendes treow,
oððæt ic gehyrde         þæt hit hleoðrode.
Ongan þa word sprecan         wudu selesta:
"þæt wæs geara iu,         (ic þæt gyta geman),
þæt ic wæs aheawen         holtes on ende,
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astyred of stefne minum.         Genaman me ðær strange feondas,
geworhton him þær to wæfersyne,         heton me heora wergas hebban.
Bæron me ðær beornas on eaxlum,         oððæt hie me on beorg asetton,
gefæstnodon me þær feondas genoge.         Geseah ic þa frean mancynnes
efstan elne mycle         þæt he me wolde on gestigan.
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þær ic þa ne dorste         ofer dryhtnes word
bugan oððe berstan,         þa ic bifian geseah
eorðan sceatas.         Ealle ic mihte
feondas gefyllan,         hwæðre ic fæste stod.
Ongyrede hine þa geong hæleð,         (þæt wæs god ælmihtig),
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strang ond stiðmod.         Gestah he on gealgan heanne,
modig on manigra gesyhðe,         þa he wolde mancyn lysan.
Bifode ic þa me se beorn ymbclypte.         Ne dorste ic hwæðre bugan to eorðan,
feallan to foldan sceatum,         ac ic sceolde fæste standan.
Rod wæs ic aræred.         Ahof ic ricne cyning,
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heofona hlaford,         hyldan me ne dorste.
þurhdrifan hi me mid deorcan næglum.         On me syndon þa dolg gesiene,
opene inwidhlemmas.         Ne dorste ic hira nænigum sceððan.
Bysmeredon hie unc butu ætgædere.         Eall ic wæs mid blode bestemed,
begoten of þæs guman sidan,         siððan he hæfde his gast onsended.
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Feala ic on þam beorge         gebiden hæbbe
wraðra wyrda.         Geseah ic weruda god
þearle þenian.         þystro hæfdon
bewrigen mid wolcnum         wealdendes hræw,
scirne sciman,         sceadu forðeode,
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wann under wolcnum.         Weop eal gesceaft,
cwiðdon cyninges fyll.         Crist wæs on rode.
Hwæðere þær fuse         feorran cwoman
to þam æðelinge.         Ic þæt eall beheold.
Sare ic wæs mid sorgum gedrefed,         hnag ic hwæðre þam secgum to handa,
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eaðmod elne mycle.         Genamon hie þær ælmihtigne god,
ahofon hine of ðam hefian wite.         Forleton me þa hilderincas
standan steame bedrifenne;         eall ic wæs mid strælum forwundod.
Aledon hie ðær limwerigne,         gestodon him æt his lices heafdum,
beheoldon hie ðær heofenes dryhten,         ond he hine ðær hwile reste,
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meðe æfter ðam miclan gewinne.         Ongunnon him þa moldern wyrcan
beornas on banan gesyhðe;         curfon hie ðæt of beorhtan stane,
gesetton hie ðæron sigora wealdend.         Ongunnon him þa sorhleoð galan
earme on þa æfentide,         þa hie woldon eft siðian,
meðe fram þam mæran þeodne.         Reste he ðær mæte weorode.
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Hwæðere we ðær         gode hwile stodon on staðole,         syððan stefn up gewat
hilderinca.         Hræw colode,
fæger feorgbold.         þa us man fyllan ongan
ealle to eorðan.         þæt wæs egeslic wyrd!
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Bedealf us man on deopan seaþe.         Hwæðre me þær dryhtnes þegnas,
freondas gefrunon,        
ond gyredon me         golde ond seolfre.
Nu ðu miht gehyran,         hæleð min se leofa,
þæt ic bealuwara weorc         gebiden hæbbe,
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sarra sorga.         Is nu sæl cumen
þæt me weorðiað         wide ond side
menn ofer moldan,         ond eall þeos mære gesceaft,
gebiddaþ him to þyssum beacne.         On me bearn godes
þrowode hwile.         Forþan ic þrymfæst nu
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hlifige under heofenum,         ond ic hælan mæg
æghwylcne anra,         þara þe him bið egesa to me.
Iu ic wæs geworden         wita heardost,
leodum laðost,         ærþan ic him lifes weg
rihtne gerymde,         reordberendum.
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Hwæt, me þa geweorðode         wuldres ealdor
ofer holmwudu,         heofonrices weard!
Swylce swa he his modor eac,         Marian sylfe,
ælmihtig god         for ealle menn
geweorðode         ofer eall wifa cynn.
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Nu ic þe hate,         hæleð min se leofa,
þæt ðu þas gesyhðe         secge mannum,
onwreoh wordum         þæt hit is wuldres beam,
se ðe ælmihtig god         on þrowode
for mancynnes         manegum synnum
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ond Adomes         ealdgewyrhtum.
Deað he þær byrigde,         hwæðere eft dryhten aras
mid his miclan mihte         mannum to helpe.
He ða on heofenas astag.         Hider eft fundaþ
on þysne middangeard         mancynn secan
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on domdæge         dryhten sylfa,
ælmihtig god,         ond his englas mid,
þæt he þonne wile deman,         se ah domes geweald,
anra gehwylcum         swa he him ærur her
on þyssum lænum         life geearnaþ.
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Ne mæg þær ænig         unforht wesan
for þam worde         þe se wealdend cwyð.
Frineð he for þære mænige         hwær se man sie,
se ðe for dryhtnes naman         deaðes wolde
biteres onbyrigan,         swa he ær on ðam beame dyde.
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Ac hie þonne forhtiað,         ond fea þencaþ
hwæt hie to Criste         cweðan onginnen.
Ne þearf ðær þonne ænig         anforht wesan
þe him ær in breostum bereð         beacna selest,
ac ðurh ða rode sceal         rice gesecan
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of eorðwege         æghwylc sawl,
seo þe mid wealdende         wunian þenceð."
Gebæd ic me þa to þan beame         bliðe mode,
elne mycle,         þær ic ana wæs
mæte werede.         Wæs modsefa
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afysed on forðwege,         feala ealra gebad
langunghwila.         Is me nu lifes hyht
þæt ic þone sigebeam         secan mote
ana oftor         þonne ealle men,
well weorþian.         Me is willa to ðam
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mycel on mode,         ond min mundbyrd is
geriht to þære rode.         Nah ic ricra feala
freonda on foldan,         ac hie forð heonon
gewiton of worulde dreamum,         sohton him wuldres cyning,
lifiaþ nu on heofenum         mid heahfædere,
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wuniaþ on wuldre,         ond ic wene me
daga gehwylce         hwænne me dryhtnes rod,
þe ic her on eorðan         ær sceawode,
on þysson lænan         life gefetige
ond me þonne gebringe         þær is blis mycel,
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dream on heofonum,         þær is dryhtnes folc
geseted to symle,         þær is singal blis,
ond me þonne asette         þær ic syþþan mot
wunian on wuldre,         well mid þam halgum
dreames brucan.         Si me dryhten freond,
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se ðe her on eorþan         ær þrowode
on þam gealgtreowe         for guman synnum.
He us onlysde         ond us lif forgeaf,
heofonlicne ham.         Hiht wæs geniwad
mid bledum ond mid blisse         þam þe þær bryne þolodan.
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Se sunu wæs sigorfæst         on þam siðfate,
mihtig ond spedig,         þa he mid manigeo com,
gasta weorode,         on godes rice,
anwealda ælmihtig,         englum to blisse
ond eallum ðam halgum         þam þe on heofonum ær
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wunedon on wuldre,         þa heora wealdend cwom,
ælmihtig god,         þær his eðel wæs.

John Dryden

Beware the fury of the patient man.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied / And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

(from Imitation of Horace)
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call today his own:
He, who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

John Foster Dulles

The world will never have lasting peace so long as men reserve for war the finest human qualities. Peace, no less than war, requires idealism and self-sacrifice and a righteous and dynamic faith.

A peaceful world is a world in which differences are tolerated and are not eliminated by violence.

Will Durant

Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.

Bob Dylan, contributed by Dr. Joseph Iaia

(from Tangled Up in Blue)
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I'd thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century
And every one of those words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
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