Quotes About Men

Things — identifiable objects, products, goals with clear labels and price tags, men you've known for five minutes — make such a handy repository for hungers, such an easy mask for other desires, and such a ready cure for the feelings of edgy discontent that emerge when other desires are either thwarted or unnamed.

Suzanne sat in Roger's chair, staring at the reflection of her dread morning face. Roger browsed his cassette rack. "Do you want calming or stimulating?" he asked her. Suzanne mulled it over for a few moments. It was a question she had asked herself about men.

All battles are fought by scared men who'd rather be someplace else.

Half the pictures directed by men of reputation fail.

Nature was neither fair nor unfair. Those terms belonged to the world of men.

the miller's hefty wife, Madam Weber, already armed with a pitchfork, insisted on joining the fight, and because she appeared more intimidating than most of us men, we instantly welcomed her to our bloodthirsty ranks.

That's the point. If these Labour MP's were really working men, they'd have some sense. But most of 'em, or at least the ones I've met, seem to be half-baked intellectuals who've specialized in economics or some such dreary muck.

The first paragraph of The Federalist, No. 1 offers the following contrast: "It has been frequently remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important question, whether societies of men are really capable or not of establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend for their political constitutions on accident and force.

I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That's atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.

An economics of systems only-an economics of markets but not of men-is fatally flawed.

My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.

LUCIFER: They say what they must sing and say on pain Of being that which I am and thou art-- Of spirits and of men. CAIN: And what is that? LUCIFER: Souls who dare use their immortality, Souls who dare look the omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face and tell him that His evil is not good!

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Imagination is not the exclusive appanage of artists, but belongs in varying degrees to all men.

Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.

Politics is the diversion of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men.

determine how men will behave once they enter the prison it is of first importance to know that prison. Men are brutalized by their environment—not the reverse.

To determine how men will behave once they enter the prison it is of first importance to know that prison. Men are brutalized by their environment—not the reverse. I

I live to hail that season by gifted one foretold, when men shall live by reason, and not alone by gold.

Nature gave men two ends — one to sit on and one to think with. Ever since then man's success or failure has been dependent on the one he used most.

You look pale, Sansa," Cersei observed. "Is your red flower still blooming?" "Yes" "How apt. The men will bleed out there, and you in here.

old men have a name for them, but I do not remember exactly. It is something like corns." The young man paused, as if to be told the right word, but when he had no reply, he went on again, being obviously eager to show off his knowledge about arrowheads. "We find these little round things in the old buildings. Often there are many—many—of them in the boxes and drawers.

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die.

Those are brave men... lets go kill them