Paradise Lost Book 2 Quotes by John Milton and many others.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast’ry.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn’d Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
For no falsehood can endure
Touch of celestial temper.
Touch of celestial temper.
Now conscience wakes despair That slumber’d,-wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse.
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they only stand By ignorance? Is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Their ruin!
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
God is thy law, thou mine.
Th’ ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls’d, our final hope Is flat despair.
