Quotes About Objects

The greatest crimes are committed ... for obtaining or securing the objects of ill-regulated desires, and senseless, because insatiable, passions.

Thus, then ... are the three differences which distinguish artistic imitation: the medium, the objects, and the manner.

For the medium being the same, and the objects the same, the poet may imitate by narration--in which case he can either take another personality as Homer does, or speak in his own person, unchanged--or he may represent all his characters as living and moving before us.

Eventually everything connects - people, ideas, objects. The quality of the connections is the key to quality per se.

she projects her own disability onto inanimate objects, painting clay idols, tables and various other artefacts with broken feet or wounded legs.

My thesis project was to identify quasars, which are very distant, very energetic objects and still quite mysterious.

History is littered with examples of objects and inventions with a power beyond their professed purpose. Sometimes it's deliberately and maliciously factored into their design, but at other times, it's a result of thoughtless omissions.

to be conscious of myself is to be aware of myself as a node point in a web of information exchange, which corporately constructs the idea of objects, selves, persons.

A alma dos poetas está cheia de objetos decrépitos. E é por isso que fazem poesia, para trazê-los de novo à vida. A poesia opera ressurreições.

Memórias. Parece estranho, mas o fato é que memórias são também objetos que acumulamos. Estão guardadas no nosso tesouro.

What is the root of this separation from our basic goodness, which is the divine Goodness? Is it not our preoccupation with our narrow selves? Is it not our attachments and selfish desires and our pursuit of disparate objects that we think will make us happy, but which only make us more miserable? This is at the root of our misery: We tend to look at things and view them as "objects" separate from us. This way of looking at things divides us at the core of our being.

Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.

The development of contemporary consumer societies has had a profound effect on the way we view the world. Stated most simply, we have come to regard an increasing profusion of both natural and human-produced things as objects to be desired, acquired, savored, and possessed.

When the object perishes, the pneuma that animated it is reabsorbed into the logos as a whole. This process of destruction and reintegration happens to individual objects at every moment.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects. I would like a pet: a bird, say, or a cat. A familiar. Anything at all familiar.

We all know that a book is not really a person. It isn't a human being. But if you are a lover of books as books – as objects, that is – and ignore the human element in them – that is, their voices – you will be committing an error of the soul, because you will be an idolator, or else a fetishist.

Each thing is valid and really there. It is through a field of such valid objects that I must pick my way, every day and in every way. I put a lot of effort into making such distinctions. I need to make them. I need to be very clear, in my own mind.

The pen between my fingers is sensuous, alive almost, I can feel its power, the power of the words it contains. Pen Is Envy, Aunt Lydia would say, quoting another Center motto, warning us away from such objects.

The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.

Pen Is Envy, Aunt Lydia would say, quoting another Center motto, warning us away from such objects. And they were right, it is envy. Just holding it is envy. I envy the Commander his pen. It's one more thing I would like to steal. The

Pen Is Envy, Aunt Lydia would say, quoting another Center motto, warning us away from such objects.

The tulip is not a reason for disbelief in the hanged man, or vice versa. Each thing is valid and really there. It is through a field of such valid objects that I must pick my way, every day and in every way. I put a lot of effort into making such distinctions. I need to make them. I need to be very clear, in my own mind. I

It is thus that inanimate objects seem to soak up the essence of living things, and later cause pain or pleasure when we merely look at them.