Quotes About Circles

Er musste an eine Zeichnung von Daumier denken, die Der Fortschritt hieß. Daumier hatte auf dem Blatt Schnecken dargestellt, die hintereinander herkrochen, das war das Tempo der menschlichen Entwicklung. Aber die Schnecken krochen im Kreis! Und das war das Schlimmste.

A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.

Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.

The individualists stare into each other's eyes and yet deny each other's existence. We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster's whim and the purest ideal.

She was moving in circles where she felt alone.

In addition to his better-known title of Father of His Country, Washington is also revered in certain circles as the Father of the American Mule.

Most right-handed people end up walking wide counterclockwise circles, because most right-handed people have left legs fractionally shorter than their right legs. Basic biology and geometry. I avoided that particular peril by stepping to the right of every tenth tree I came to, whether I thought I needed to or not.

Specialized meaninglessness has come to be regarded, in certain circles, as a kind of hallmark of true science.

Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily...

Round and round they went with their snakes, snakily, with a soft undulating movement at the knees and hips.

I saw at once the way to appeal to him.. 'Well, of course you know.' I said, 'in really smart circles one has to offer heroin and cocaine to people. It's only a passing fashion, of course, but while it's on, one's really out of it if one doesn't do the right thing.

In the Far East, we look at life in terms of circles. In the West, they look at life more in terms of squares and rectangles.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

Paranoia is a survival trait when you run in my circles. It gives you something to do in your spare time, coming up with solutions to ridiculous problems that aren't ever going to happen. Except when one of them does, at which point you feel way too vindicated.

And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.

I am the nothingness around which this movement spins, the only reason it spins, not that the center exists except in the fact that all circles have a center. I, really I, am the well without walls, but with the sliminess of its walls, the center of everything with the nothingness around it.

Everything is composed of small particles of itself and they are flying around in concentric circles and arcs and segments and innumerable other geometrical figures too numerous to mention collectively, never standing still or resting but spinning away and darting hither and thither and back again, all the time on the go. These diminutive gentlemen are called atoms. Do you follow me intelligently?

I know that my tendency is to be linear, and I'm trying to find ways to subvert that. And so in 'Bellocq's Ophelia' my device for subverting it was to tell the story and then to tell it again; it always circles back to this one moment, and it's not linear, but it's round in that way, and much of 'Native Guard' is like that.

I want to highlight once again that when we talk about the fight against terrorism and the circles around it and when we talk about ensuring the safety and the peace of all, we are not talking about fantasies.

Mi relación con Piel Divina era secreta, al menos hasta donde la situación era controlable por mi. No quiero decir con esto que en mi circulo de amigos desconocieran mi homosexualidad, que yo llevaba con discreción pero sin ocultamiento. Lo que si desconocían era que me entendiera con un real visceralista, si bien el mas atípico de todos, un real visceralista al fin y al cabo.

La casa de Maciste era una promesa y una enfermedad y yo daba vueltas por la promesa y la enfermedad.

Every man who could be found and trained had to be committed to the struggle for, even at the end of 1914, the notion that a lack of momentum could be compensated for by weight, or numbers, still held sway in military circles.

I loved her more than she loved me, that was the problem. A basic imbalance. Relationships like that never last, however hard you try. And now she's pregnant and in love with a man who'll never love her the way she loves him. It's a series of vicious circles, and the only way to stop it is to find someone who loves you the same. No power struggle. No insecurities. Just friendship. Because you can never be friends with someone if you love them too much.

Signs of the Bastard's holy presence tend to be unmistakable, to those who know Him. The screaming, the altercations, the people running in circles - all that was lacking was something bursting into flame, and I was not entirely sure for a moment you weren't going to provide that as well.