Quotes About Labyrinths

Und dann kamen Buchimisten Ihre Bücher sah man nicht Sie versteckten sie in Kisten Ohne Luft und ohne Licht Sie verbrachten sie in Tiefen Wo sie träumen heute noch Niemand weiß mehr, wo sie schliefen Ewig sucht man diesen Ort Freude schöner Labyrinthe Bücher im Elysium Leder, Staub und alte Tinte Steig hinab und komm drin um!

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.

For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.

And why wander in these labyrinths? Once more, for aesthetic reasons; because this present infinity, these "vertiginous symmetries," have their tragic beauty. The form is more important than the content.

The break is forever chipping away new labyrinths toward the place where the human soul goes to feed when nothing else will let it eat.

Sólo la fiebre y la poesía provocan visiones. / Sólo el amor y la memoria. / No estos caminos ni estas llanuras. / No estos laberintos.

God and chance belonged to art, eternity and labyrinths to science.

Quantos labirintos existem neste mundo. Os galhos das árvores, as filigranas das raízes, a matriz dos cristais, as ruas que o pai dela tinha recriado nas maquetes. Labirintos nas saliências de conchas de múrex, nas texturas da casca de plátanos e dentro dos ossos ocos das águias. Nada mais complicado do que o cérebro humano, diria Etienne, a coisa mais complexa que existe; um orgão, dentro do qual giram universos.

Disease Carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.

Jungles and grasslands are the logical destinations, and towns and farmland the labyrinths that people have imposed between them sometime in the past. I cherish the green enclaves accidentally left behind.

The brain absorbs all the phenomena of our daily life, constructs a maze of countless corridors that run through our mind and opens numerous unconscious wishes and subdued desires, which are processed in the labyrinths of our subconscious. ( " Labyrinth of the mind " )

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyse, and annihilate me.

Old Cairo is itself a story-book and a dream--labyrinths of narrow alleys redolent of aromatic secrets;

Besides, there was a strangely calming element of cosmic beauty in the hypnotic landscape through which we climbed and plunged fantastically. Time had lost itself in the labyrinths behind, and around us stretched only the flowering waves of faery and the recaptured loveliness of vanished centuries...

The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains. Undulating desert.

Beds unmade for days on end, piled high with bedding crumpled and disordered from the weight of dreams, stood like deep boats waiting to sail into the dank and confusing labyrinths of some dark starless Venice.

During the period of the shortest, sleepy days of winter that are demarcated from morning and evening on both sides by furry edges of twilight, when the city branches out ever more deeply into the labyrinths of the winter nights and is summoned back by a brief dawn to reflection, to a return home, my father was already lost, sold, sworn to that other sphere.

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.

Who hasn't succumbed to a hopeless feeling more powerful than all the strength one might possibly muster, wondering how many first steps will have to be taken, how many actions performed and words spoken, how many labyrinths will have to be negotiated in order, finally, to reach the moment at which reality begins to happen.

labyrinths. The protection is so complete as to turn back all that is devilish and undesirable.

A game like 'Myst' may be a gorgeous slide show that preserves its beauty at the expense of speed. A game like 'Doom' sacrifices almost everything for action. But the eye soon adjusts: the degree of detail more than adequately conveys infinite claustrophobic labyrinths populated by howling monsters.

You mentioned . . . one of the two great labyrinths into which the mind is drawn. What . . . is the other? The other is the composition of the continuum, or: what is space?

How beautiful the world is, and how ugly labyrinths are,' I said, relieved. 'How beautiful the world would be if there was a procedure for moving through labyrinths,' my master replied.