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He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
William Blake
Raphael paints wisdom Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
What is there to say? Purely and simply this: When a bachelor of philosophy from Antilles refuses to apply for certification as a teacher on the ground of his color. I say that philosophy has never saved anyone. Wren one else strives and strains to prove to me that black men are as intelligent as white men, I say that intelligence has never saved anyone; and that is true, for, if philosophy and intelligence are invoked to proclaim the equality of men, they have also been employed to justify the extermination of men .
Frantz Fanon
Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else? [Wren].
Sherrilyn Kenyon
The tiger lies low not from fear, but for aim. ~Wren.
Sherrilyn Kenyon
What happened to cause the jail fight? (Maggie) They thought it would be fun to knock around the ‘kid' and show off their manhood. I thought it would be fun to knock a couple of them unconscious. (Wren)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
My father used to say that it's not enough to just beat an attacker off. You have to hurt them enough that they'll know not to tangle with you anymore. Or preferably kill them. (Wren)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Not that I've ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren) That's the truth. I swear he's half beta fish. He'd fight his own reflection to prove a point. (Maggie)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
You cannot fly like an eagle with the wings of a wren.
William Henry Hudson
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
John Dryden
Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
John Webster
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren.
Anne Sexton
His pen squeaking like a demented wren as he wrote copious notes.
Gerald Durrell
I ... am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.
Emily Dickinson
Sir Christopher Wren Said, "I am going to dine with some men. If anyone calls Say I am designing St. Paul's."
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
The great importance of Wilbury House lies less in its appearance now than in its appearance as it was first built and illustrated in Vitruvius Britannicus. It was designed by and built for William Benson in 1710. He is notorious for having been made Wren's successor in 1718, when George I dismissed Wren as a Tory and an old man, and for having failed so completely that he himself was replaced only one year later. But he is memorable as the designer of the first, not Neo-Palladian, but neo-Inigo-Jones house in England. For this is what Wilbury was, as Sir John Summerson was the first to point out. The house then had a four-column Corinthian portico of tall columns set well away from the wall.
Nikolaus Pevsner
Die for adultery No The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight.
William Shakespeare
A tiny wren perched on top of a bramble not ten feet from him and trilled its violent song. He saw its glittering black eyes, the red and yellow of its song-gaped throat - a midget ball of feathers that yet managed to make itself the Announcing Angel of evolution: I am that I am, thou shalt not pass my being now. He stood as Pisanello's saint stood, astonished perhaps more at his own astonishment at this world's existing so close, so within reach of all that suffocating banality of ordinary day. In those few moments of defiant song, any ordinary hour or place - and therefore the vast infinity of all Charles's previous hours and places - seemed vulgarized, coarsened, made garish. The appallimg ennui of human reality lay cleft to the core; and the heart of all life pulsed there in the wren's triumphant throat.
John Fowles