Quotes About Curse

To find oneself living in an age of doubt is not such a curse. There is a kind of reverence in undertaking the quest for truth, even before the first scrap has been found.

The difference between a warrior and an ordinary man is that a warrior sees everything as a challenge, while an ordinary man sees everything as either a blessing or a curse.

And, if it's true what Don Juan said in Tales of Power, that "The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes everything either as a blessing or a curse

People who want very badly to win, and to be seen to have won, enjoy a tactical advantage over people who don't. That very desire, tantamount to a need, is also a weakness. In Billy Beane, the trait is so pronounced that it is not merely a weakness. It is a curse.

he cursed the malevolent Gods for the black day when idly, for their amusement, they had spawned men.

The curse of Adam and Eve that fell upon the earth because of their sin will be lifted when Christ returns.

Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.

Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse That brands and burdens; it is life and death. It is the great law of the universe; And nothing can exist without its breath.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

Perhaps love's greatest gift--that it is indeed unconditional--is also its greatest curse.

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

In America, racism is our oldest curse. But there are other divides—over religion, immigration, sexual identity. Sometimes the "them" strategy is just a narcotic to feed the beast in all of us.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from Poem For A Birthday - The Stones, written 1959

Monologue At 3 AM Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, with curse blackening the time goodbyes were said, trains let go, and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from my one kingdom.

On Fridays the little children come To trade their hooks for hands. Dead men leave eyes for others. Love is the uniform of my bald nurse. Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. The vase, reconstructed, houses The elusive rose. Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows. My mendings itch. There is nothing to do. I shall be good as new.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. The vase, reconstructed, houses The elusive rose. Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows. My mendings itch. There is nothing to do. I shall be good as new.

A curse is like a child, formed To grow to maturity: Accident is design And design is accident In a cloud of unknowing.

A curse is a power Not subject to reason Each curse has its course Its own way of expiation Follow follow

Since your father has escaped my justice, it is you who must hear my words. Words. You keep saying... Because that was the gift your father gave to me. And the curse that ruined me as well, changed my life to wretched misery. There are hours yet before the guard comes - nay, eons. An eternity, in fact. This is my time, Miranda. Now you will have your words back: before I kill you, you will hear my tale... and you will know what you have done.

Samuel Smiles, a nineteenth-century English author, wrote, "It is doubtful whether any heavier curse could be imposed on man than the complete gratification of all his wishes without effort on his part, leaving nothing for his hopes, desires or struggles.

It is doubtful whether any heavier curse could be imposed on man than the complete gratification of all his wishes without effort on his part, leaving nothing for his hopes, desires or struggles."6

Scummer, pox and wound rot! roared Tunstall, slamming his fist down on the bed. Gods cursed the pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts that did this to me! May every flea, leech and hookworm in all creation find and feast upon them!

The Gentle Mother." In Ramasu's soft voice it sounded like a curse. "They took a goddess with a scythe in her hand, striding the rows of grain, and turned her to present the self of a housebound creature.