Quotes About Essence

We Irish prefer embroideries to plain cloth. To us Irish, memory is a canvas--stretched, primed, and ready for painting on. We love the "story" part of the word "history," and we love it trimmed out with color and drama, ribbons and bows. Listen to our tunes, observe a Celtic scroll: we always decorate our essence.

Find your soul and you'll live. Lose your soul and you'll die.

Less is only more where more is no good.

your veins are using up the redness of the world.

Es ist die Angst vor der Frage, wie weit ich entfernt bin von dem, was er ist. Ob wir uns im Wesen unterscheiden oder nur im Stadium.

Every living body—vegetable, lower animal, human—has a life principle, a soul.

The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing. —Attributed to Jim Barksdale, Stephen Covey, Steve Jobs, the band Last Call, and others

Witches don't look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.

It's really easy to fall into the trap of believing that what we do is more important than what we are. Of course, it's the opposite that's true: What we are ultimately determines what we do!

Who you are inside is what helps you make and do everything in life.

it is my belief that most of any vampire's really essential nourishment comes from some mysteriously penetrating emanation of the Sun.

Isn't everything alive already in your blood?

The Great Spirit is the innermost Self of all creatures.

Dieu permet parfois des faiblesses afin de pouvoir susciter ensuite — moyennant le contraste entre ces infirmités accidentelles et l'être essentiel — des vertus d'autant plus profondes. Les qualités qui ont poussé dans l'engrais de quelque misère sont comme douées de conscience : elles connaissent toute la vanité de l'erreur d'une manière concrète.

These days we tend to put far more faith in concrete recordings, whether written or electronically preserved in audio and video, than we do in what someone remembers somebody having told them. The early Buddhists saw it differently. They thought the oral tradition was more likely to preserve the true essence and intention of what their master had said than if his exact words had been preserved on paper.

Sacrifice is not the price we pay to earn the celestial kingdom; it is the essence of the celestial kingdom. Testimony is not the word that gets us through the gates; it is the language spoken inside. Charity is not an audition piece for the heavenly choir; it is the celestial music. Service is not a vegetable we plug our noses and have to force down; it is the celestial diet.

Why do we go on and on about individuality being the very essence of who we are, and then accept a degrading level of conformity in virtually every facet of our lives?

You are a god. To me, at least. It doesn't matter how easily you can be killed, how much Breath you have, or how you look. It has to do with who you are and what you mean.

It strikes me that religion—in its essence—seeks to take natural events and ascribe supernatural causes to them. I, however, seek to take supernatural events and find the natural meanings behind them. Perhaps that is the final dividing line between science and religion. Opposite sides of a card.

All things exist in three Realms, Gaotona. Physical, Cognitive, Spiritual. The Physical is what we feel, what is before us. The Cognitive is how an object is viewed and how it views itself. The Spiritual Realm contains an object's soul—its essence—as well as the ways it is connected to the things and people around it.

Names didn't mean a whole lot in the Forests. Or maybe they meant everything. The right ones, that was.

Summarizing is when you take a story that is complicated and interesting, then stick it in a microwave until it shrivels up into a tiny piece of black crunchy tarlike stuff. A wise man once said, "Any story, no matter how good, will sound really, really dumb when you shorten it to a few sentences.

This was life. This was control. Gavilar had been the leader, the momentum, and the essence of their conquest. But Dalinar had been the warrior. Their opponents had surrendered to Gavilar's rule, but the Blackthorn—he was the man who had scattered them, the one who had dueled their leaders and slain their best Shardbearers.

She felt less like a mere human being, and more like a human who was merely being.