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:

    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.)

    When my face turned toward his,
    I averted it
    and looked at my feet.
    When my ears clamored
    to hear his talk,
    I stopped them.
    When my cheeks broke out
    in sweat and goosebumps,
    I covered them with my hands.
    But Friends,
    when the seams of my bodice
    burst in a hundred places,
    what could I do?
    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.)

    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.)

    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.)