Quotes About Wits

Revolutionary behavior and violence are usually only indulged in when people are at their wits' end. So social stability depends a lot on how long their wits are.

I confess, I do not understand what there is in her to make a clever man like you act such a fool." "You might, if you were not a eunuch." "Is that the way of it? A man may have wits, or a bit of meat between his legs, but not both?" Varys tittered. "Perhaps I should be grateful I was cut, then." The Spider was right.

She has the blood of a wolf," said Joffrey. "And you have the wits of a goose," said Tyrion.

The little shards of sleep that they allowed her turned into razors, slicing at her wits.

I believe in steel swords, gold coins, and man's wits. (...) And I believe there once were dragons. I've seen their skulls, after all.

It was as much a battle of wits and words as it was of mitts and swords.

He can't shake the feeling that some emergency is heading towards him, someone is in danger, and he needs to keep all his wits about him to have a chance of fixing things.

Wine ...moderately drunken it doth quicken a man's wits, It doth comfort the heart.

I am justice, Gregori said softly, his voice impacable in its resolve. There can be no fight, no battle, as there can be only one outcome. Mental or physical bout, or simply a match of our wits, there can be only one end. I am justice.That is all.

BARABAS: A reaching thought will search his deepest wits, And cast with cunning for the time to come; For evils are apt to happen every day.

That's where we beat the enemy," he exclaimed. "Our wits are quicker; our people are accustomed to thinking for themselves, and wherever there is an emergency there is always an idea to meet it.

The barber in his shop, warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting from time to time a look towards this enemy, this frozen and brazen gamin, who had both hands in his pockets, but his wits evidently out of their sheath.

Veterinary arts?" Jane asked with a gasp. "Lucy, you must be mad." "I assure you I've all my wits about me," Lucy Abbington answered with a frown. No, she wasn't mad, but her life was about to change—dramatically. She'd long since recognized this as the truth, ever since her father had packed her

A single glass of champagne imparts a feeling of exhilaration. The nerves are braced, the imagination is agreeably stirred, the wits become more nimble. A bottle produces a contrary effect. Excess causes a comatose insensibility. So it is with war, and the quality of both is best discovered by sipping.

Excellent; all is well. The 'everlasting tedium' exactly countervenes the 'immediate onset of death' and I am left only with the 'canker' which, in the person of Firx, already afflicts me. One must use his wits in dealing with maledictions.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

Never did man make worse use of his wits than thou hast done.

Of course it's the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they're happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies.

The true Wonderland was not like that, he knew. It was as much shadow as sunlight, and its mysteries could only be unveiled when your wits were about used up and your mind close to cracking.

Scattered wits take a long time in picking up.

Scattered wits take a long time picking up; and often before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought,

In the ignorance that implies the impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.

Comedies are fit for common wits: But to present a kingly troop withal, Give me a stately-written tragedy; Tragadia cothurnata , fitting kings, Containing matter, and not common things.

Not everyone in Paris was awed by Sartre's wartime politics. "Some wits," as one historian puts it, "remark[ed] later that Sartre joined the resistance on the same day as the Paris police." In other words: ten days before the liberation.