Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven

Quote by John Donne

Topics: Despair Quotes

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure...

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure...

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art...

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art...

Ll our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Ll our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

As soon as there was two there was pride

As soon as there was two there was pride

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send...

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send...

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the...

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the...

Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.

Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee.

We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death,...

We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so cheap a death,...

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and...

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated...

Be your own palace, or the world is your jail.

Be your own palace, or the world is your jail.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call...

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call...

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

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

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.