Quotes about Gates

Unfast'ns: on a sudden op'n flie With impetuous recoile and jarring sound Th' infernal dores, and on thir hinges great Harsh Thunder, that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus. She op'nd, but to shut Excel'd her power; the Gates wide op'n

Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell explores his solitary flight.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

Joy, joy forever, my task is done. The gates are passed, and heaven is won.

The promise was void, like so many other sweet, illusory promises of our childhood; void as promises made in Eden before the seasons were divided, and when the starry blossoms grew side by side with the ripening peach,—impossible to be fulfilled when the golden gates had been passed.

They had gone forth together into their life of sorrow, and they would never more see the sunshine undimmed by remembered cares. They had entered the thorny wilderness, and the golden gates of their childhood had forever closed behind them.

The planets in their stations list'ning stood, while the bright pomp ascended jubilant. Open, ye everlasting gates, they sung, open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in the great Creator from his work return'd magnificent, his six days' work, a world.

Morn, wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand unbarr'd the gates of light.

Give me 100 preachers who fear nothing but sin and desire nothing but God; such alone will shake the gates of hell.

If we played three CDs of praise at the same time, we'd have a cacophony of noise that would drive us crazy. This was totally different. Every sound blended, and each voice or instrument enhanced the others. As strange as it may seem, I could clearly distinguish each song. It sounded as if each hymn of praise was meant for me to hear as I moved inside the gates.

Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.

The lion on your old stone gatesIs not more cold to you than I.