List of Years - Seventh Century

Seventh Century

700 - 699 - 698 - 697 - 696 - 695 - 694 - 693 - 692 - 691
690 - 689 - 688 - 687 - 686 - 685 - 684 - 683 - 682 - 681
680 - 679 - 678 - 677 - 676 - 675 - 674 - 673 - 672 - 671
670 - 669 - 668 - 667 - 666 - 665 - 664 - 663 - 662 - 661
660 - 659 - 658 - 657 - 656 - 655 - 654 - 653 - 652 - 651
650 - 649 - 648 - 647 - 646 - 645 - 644 - 643 - 642 - 641
640 - 639 - 638 - 637 - 636 - 635 - 634 - 633 - 632 - 631
630 - 629 - 628 - 627 - 626 - 625 - 624 - 623 - 622 - 621
620 - 619 - 618 - 617 - 616 - 615 - 614 - 613 - 612 - 611
610 - 609 - 608 - 607 - 606 - 605 - 604 - 603 - 602 - 601

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Famous quotes by seventh century:

    I don’t know.
    When my lover
    comes to me
    and says such loving things,
    do all my parts
    become eyes
    or ears?
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    Expecting me to grovel,
    she carefully covers both feet
    with the hem of her skirt.
    She pretends to hide
    a coming smile
    and won’t look straight at me.
    When I talk to her,
    she chats with her friend
    in cross tones.
    Even this slim girl’s rising anger
    delights me,
    let alone her deep love.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    When my lover came to bed,
    the knot came untied
    all by itself.
    My dress,
    held up by the strings of a loosened belt,
    barely stayed on my hips.
    Friend,
    that’s as much as I know now.
    When he touched my body,
    I couldn’t at all remember
    who he was,
    who I was,
    or how It was.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    When he bit
    that bud of her lower lip,
    she started,
    shook a finger,
    arched her brow,
    and hissed,
    ‘Leave me alone, you fool,’
    her eyes narrowing into slits.
    Whoever kisses
    such a haughty woman
    wins the drink of immortality.
    Those idiot gods
    churned the ocean
    for nothing.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    She’s in the house.
    She’s at turn after turn.
    She’s behind me.
    She’s in front of me.
    She’s in my bed.
    She’s on path after path,
    and I’m weak from want of her.
    O heart,
    there is no reality for me
    other than she she
    she she she she
    in the whole of the reeling world.
    And philosophers talk about Oneness.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)