Lists of State Leaders By Year - 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:

    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.)

    Hearing the low sound
    of a cloud scattering rain
    at midnight
    and thinking for an eternity
    on his absent young wife,
    a traveller heaved a sigh
    and with a flood of tears
    howled the whole night long.
    Now, villagers won’t let him stay
    in their place anymore.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    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.)

    Hard-hearted girl,
    get rid of these doubts
    based on false rumor.
    It’s not good
    to subject me to sorrow
    because of backbiters’ words,
    or have you decided now,
    silly girl,
    that it’s all true?
    Do to me what you will,
    sweetheart.
    Suit yourself.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)

    Then, anger
    was a crease in the brow
    and silence
    a catastrophe.
    Then, making up
    was a mutual smile
    and a glance
    a gift.
    Now, just look at this mess
    that you’ve made of that love.
    You grovel at my feet
    and I berate you
    and can’t let my anger go.
    Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)