Quotes About Man

The doll was getting to him. Even though Travis McSwain wasn't a man easily spooked. She was so lifelike that anyone glancing through the shop

WINE and Fermented grape-juice known to the Womens Christian Union as liquor, sometimes as rum. Wine, madam, is Gods next best gift to man.

A body of water occupying two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.

Ocean: A body of water occupying two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.

Edible - good to eat and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.

It is evident that skepticism, while it makes no actual change in man, always makes him feel better.

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.

Cabbage A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.

Ocean , n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.

He's a bad man, sent with sorrow and shame wherever he goes, and I know it just as I know the long dead roll of the waves and the white creeping mist--like a dirty thief--which makes me cry out at sea 'All hands to reef! Quick! All hands to reef!'

Poverty is not a respecter of man.

How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

I am not one of those for whom faith is simply fear of judgement. How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

in a land without a sovereign, Hobbes learned, every man lives in fear and makes war upon his neighbor.

As soon as A observes something which seems to him to be wrong, from which X is suffering, A talks it over with B, and A and B then propose to get a law passed to remedy the evil and help X. Their law always proposes to determine…what A, B, and C shall do for X." But what about C? There was nothing wrong with A and B helping X. What was wrong was the law, and the indenturing of C to the cause. C was the forgotten man, the man who paid, "the man who never is thought of.

She had not wanted him to but had let him have his way because ever since she was a child she had generally yielded before anyone with strong willpower, especially if it was a man, not because she was naturally submissive, but because strong male willpower gave her a feeling of safety and trust, together with acceptance and a desire to give in.

Feelings are just a fire in a field of stubble: it burns for a moment, and then all that's left is soot and ashes. Do you know what the main thing is—the thing a woman should look for in her man? She should look for a quality that's not at all exciting but that's rarer than gold: decency.

At the center of Fred's theology of loving your neighbor was this: Every person is made in the image of God, and for that reason alone, he or she is to be valued—"appreciated," he liked to say. He believed there is sacredness in all creation—including fallen man—because of one Man, "the true light, which enlightens everyone" (John 1:9, NRSV).

I'm a whore, Jackson. How can he trust me if I'm a whore?" "Whoring's honest work, if an honest man does it," Jackson had replied. "Why me? Why'd you send me to come help him?" "I don't know. I figured you were ready to get out of the life, and he'd just been dumped in the hospital. I mean, hurt guy, pretty nurse—at the very least I thought you two could become friends.

The other man leaned back his head and breathed carefully for a few minutes. John waited in respect. You had to respect pain, because pain didn't respect shit.

Deacon closed his eyes, surrounded by a big sweaty man who was not his mate but who had just done what probably every alpha male in the history of all species anywhere had always dreamed of doing.

Never play cards with a man called Doc.

I tried to understand how in every journey a man or woman was both hero and anti-hero at varying times. Years

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.