Quotes About Symbolism

The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.

SCARABAEUS, n. The sacred beetle of the ancient Egyptians, allied to our familiar "tumble-bug." It was supposed to symbolize immortality, the fact that God knew why giving it its peculiar sanctity.

When the cow gives blood and the Christ is born we must all eat sacrifices. We must all eat beautiful women.

There is a sense in which a painted stick is a stick in bloom. This stick points to the hidden face of God. Sometimes it points to you.

God crowns us. Most people crown their Christmas trees with either an angel or a star. God uses both.

The great god Pan is dead.

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.

Strangely, it is the pig himself becomes The god inside the car

I'm always surprised when writers say they don't believe in a god or religion but they believe in creating a world on two hundred pages using symbols. We're all worshiping something.

Abraxas was the god who was both god and devil.

I have absolutely no difficulty myself with the playing of God Save the Queen in the presence of Her Majesty.

All crosses had their tops cut and became T's. There was also a thing called God.

We were looking for a 'good shepherd,' and instead we got a German shepherd.

A kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a diamond tiara is forever.

Many people put a green button on their collar and feel good, just like a lot of people put an American flag on their lapels and feel patriotic. It's not enough.I'm not dismissing it.

Many people put a green button on their collar and feel good, just like a lot of people put an American flag on their lapels and feel patriotic. It's not enough.

Government, like dress, is the badge of lost innocence.

Not one great country can be named, from the polar regions in the north to New Zealand in the south, in which the aborigines do not tattoo themselves.

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

The Wars is a great book, rich in its images, its language, its construction, and, ultimately, its conception.

I feel the happiest when I can light my American cigarettes with Soviet matches.

The things that could be derived from the sexual sphere - happiness, endless fun and the end of capitalism - were grossly overestimated. The symbolic overglorification was downright unbearable.

For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.

If architecture is the history of all phallic emotion, the Empire State Building is utter catharsis, and we are sitting in its silhouette.