Hymen Quotes

A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet, A wedding-robe, and a winding-sheet, A bridal bed and a bier. Thine be the kisses, maid, And smiling Love's alarms; And thou, pale youth, be laid In the grave's cold arms. Each in his own charms, Death and Hymen both are here; So up with scythe and torch, And to the old church porch, While all the bells ring clear: And rosy, rosy the bed shall bloom, And earthy, earthy heap up the tomb. (Thomas Lovell Beddoes)
And another thing: if an RSS publication publishes even an interview with me, that is further proof of my being communal; but so tough are the hymen of these progressives that, even when they contribute signed articles to publications of the Communist Party, their virginity remains intact! View quote
Arun Shourie
We should be offended when children are denied a proper education. We should be offended when children are told they will spend eternity in hell. We should be offended when medical science, for example stem-cell research, is compromised by the bigoted opinions of powerful and above all well-financed ignoramuses. We should be offended when voodoo, of all kinds, is given equal weight to science. We should be offended by hymen reconstruction surgery. We should be offended by 'female circumcision', euphemism for genital mutilation. We should be offended by stoning. View quote
Richard Dawkins
To thee of All Being /A te, de l'essere The First Cause immense /Principio immenso, Of matter and spirit, /Materia e spirito, Of reason and sense /Ragione e senso; Whilst in the full goblet /Mentre ne' calici Shall sparkle the wine, /Il vin scintilla So bright the pupil /Si'come l'anima The souls of men shine, /Ne la pupilla Whilst earth still is smiling, /Mentre sorridono And the sun smiles above, /La terra e il sole And men are exchanging /E si ricambiano Their sweet words of love, /D'amor parole Thrills mystic of Hymen /E corre un fremito Through high mountains course, /D'imene arcano And broad plains are heaving /Da' monti e palpita With life's fertile force, /Fecondo il piano; On thee in verse daring, /A te disfrenasi From tight rein released, /Il verso ardito, On thee I call, Satan, /Te invoco, o Satana The King of the feast. /Re del convito. View quote
Giosuè Carducci
Pokhran was born. Pokhran was dead. In less than a millionth of a second. Hymen of secrecy was breached for ever. Infant had become a Big Boy, at once shy and bold, with the suddenly acquired carnal knowledge of creation and annihilation. Then the Buddha smiled. View quote
Tapan Kumar Pradhan