Quotes About Men

Holiness is pleasing to God, beneficial to men, and essential to the promotion of our own happiness

Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin.

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.

My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous. Men like that always are.

The men were making too much noise, laughing, joking, to cover her terrible accusing silence below. She made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust go guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.

And her smile showed for a moment, even as the moon came out of the clouds and went away. Isn't it silly? No. Men do the same. They take long walks when they're sixteen, seventeen. They don't stand on lawns, waiting, no. But, my God, how they walk! Miles and miles from midnight until dawn and come home exhausted and explode and die in bed.

There was a silence gathered all about that fire and the silence was in the men's faces, and time was there, time enough to sit by this rusting track under the trees, and look at the world and turn it over with the eyes, as if it were held to the center of the bonfire, a piece of steel these men were all shaping.

Montag looked at these men whose faces were sunburnt by a thousand real and ten thousand imaginary fires.

And there, in the wilderness, the men all moved their hands, putting out the fire together.

The ship came down from space. It came from the stars and the black velocities, and the shining movements, and the silent gulfs of space. It was a new ship; it had fire in its body and men in its metal cells, and it moved with a clean silence, fiery and warm.

Well, he said to the men playing cards, here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool.

And the men with the cigarettes in their straight-lined mouths, the men with the eyes of puff-adders, took up their load of machine and tube, their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff, and strolled out the door.

The men of Earth came to Mars.

If the Law is the "key of knowledge" to effective evangelism, pick it up from the pages of Scripture. Then, as God gives you opportunity, try it in the hearts of men. Twist and turn it. Then listen as a seared and dormant conscience falls in-line with its golden dictates. Watch in wonder as the door upon which the Savior has knocked opens to let the light of the glorious Gospel of Christ shine on the sinner's darkened soul."-Ray Comfort

Rollo May says there is so much violence in American society today because there are no more great myths to help young men and women relate to the world or to understand that world beyond what is seen.

She was clearly competent to face, satisfy, and treat with asexual ease the brotherhood of men.

All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.

The belief in a super natural sources of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

And after some talk we agreed that the wisdom of rats had been grossly overrated, being in fact no greater than that of men.

in our own hearts we trust for our salvation, in the men that surround us, in the sights that fill our eyes, in the sounds that fill our ears, and in the air that fill our lungs.

And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.

It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze.

We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there—there you could look at a thing monstrous and free. It was unearthly, and the men were—No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it—this suspicion

This could have occurred nowhere but in England, where men and sea interpenetrate, so to speak—the sea entering into the life of most men, and the men knowing something or everything about the sea, in the way of amusement, of travel, or of bread-winning.