Quotes About Symbolism

Of course, in men's sports no one ever talks about beauty, or grace, or the body. Men may profess their "love" of sports, but that love must always be cast and enacted in the symbology of war: elimination vs. advance, hierarchy of rank and standing, obsessive stats and technical analysis, tribal and/or nationalist fervor, uniforms, mass noise, banners, chest-thumping, face-painting, etc.

Neoclassical Assumptions in Contemporary Prescriptive Grammar," "The Implications of Post-Fourier Transformations for a Holographically Mimetic Cinema," "The Emergence of Heroic Stasis in Broadcast Entertainment" —' ' "Montague Grammar and the Semantics of Physical Modality"?' ' "A Man Who Began to Suspect He Was Made of Glass"?' ' "Tertiary Symbolism in Justinian Erotica"?

You have wondered perhaps, why all real accountants wear hats? They are today's cowboys

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is montegue? tis nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, So Romeo would were he not Romeo called retain such dear perfection to which he owes without that title, Romeo, Doth thy name! And for that name which is no part of thee, take all thyself.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. (Ophelia)

I have drunk and seen the spider.

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

Juliet is the east and i am the sun.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

He kiss'd, –the last of many doubled kisses, –this orient pearl.

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

O! be some other name: What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.

That which we call a rose      By any other name would smell as sweet;

There's meaning in thy snores.

O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet

a raven's heart within a dove.

The raven chides blackness.