Words matter. These are the best Thee Quotes from famous people such as Lord Byron, George Herbert, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Saint Ambrose, Thomas Ken, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, when once it is within thee.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
O most merciful Father, put far from me all my iniquities and all my offences; so that, by Thee made whole in body and in soul, I may be accounted worthy to approach the Holy of holies.
O blessed Saviour, give me grace like Thee, to make Religion my first, and chiefest care, and devoutly to observe, all solemn times, and all holy Rites, which relate to Thy worship.
On thee, Jesus, all our hopes depend. In thee all power is vested, even power to make sinful creatures instrumental in enlightening the heathen.
It behoves thee to love God wisely; and that may thou not do but if thou be wise.
Be assured those will be thy worst enemies, not to whom thou hast done evil, but who have done evil to thee. And those will be thy best friends, not to whom thou hast done good, but who have done good to thee.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Plant thy foot firmly in the prints which His foot has made before thee.
O God, we praise Thee for keeping us till this day, and for the full assurance that Thou wilt never let us go.
Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me… for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Most humbly, my beloved Saviour, I bow myself before thee. I am a worm and no man. I alone deserve to suffer. I alone shrink from suffering. I was with thee in thy days of joy, singing ‘Hosanna,’ and I wished to make thee King. Now, in thine hour of suffering, I am far from thee.
If thy brother wrongs thee, remember not so much his wrong-doing, but more than ever that he is thy brother.
All the world old is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Nothing graces the Christian soul so much as mercy; mercy as shown chiefly towards the poor, that thou mayest treat them as sharers in common with thee in the produce of nature, which brings forth the fruits of the earth for use to all.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
It came from God, and so is Christ true, and Christ is thy God, who is in heaven and awaits thee.
By the God of thy Father who shall help thee, and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts and of the womb.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee.
Answerest thou nothing? Behold how many things they witness against thee.
Hearest thou not how many things they witness against thee?
Language most shows a man, speak that I may see thee.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
In this world, with thy earthly life, thou art under heaven, stars, and elements, also under hell and devils; all ruleth in thee, and over thee.
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Generally, I don’t bother trying to keep up with prolific bands – but Thee Oh Sees demand it.
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee; For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.
Pray thee, spare, thyself at times: for it becomes a wise man sometimes to relax the high pressure of his attention to work.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Most Glorious and eternal Majesty, Thou art righteous and holy in all thou dost to the sons of men, though thou hast suffered men to condemn Thy servant, Thy servant will not condemn Thee.
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Thou art not for the earth, nor for the Heaven the world is for thee, thou art not for the world.
If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.
Ah! destructive Ignorance, what shall be done to chase thee out of the World!
Anger may repast with thee for an hour, but not repose for a night; the continuance of anger is hatred, the continuance of hatred turns malice.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God’s image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
I found thee not, O Lord, without, because I erred in seeking thee without that wert within.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more.
Forgive me, Spirit of my spirit, for this, that I have found it easier to read the mystery told in tears and understood Thee better in sorrow than in joy.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Have thy tools ready. God will find thee work.
I wish thee as much pleasure in the reading, as I had in the writing.
Go, forget me – why should sorrow, O’er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me – and tomorrow, brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile – though I shall not be near thee; Sing – though I shall never hear thee.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
Wake the power within thee slumbering, trim the plot that’s in thy keeping, thou wilt bless the task when reaping sweet labour’s prize.
Only trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee.
