Quotes About Man

I clung to my belief the same way that Anastasia clung to hers. The idea that love and patience were enough to rid Christian of his vices and turn him into the man that he wasn't—the man she wanted him to be—was just as naive.

Stale water is a poor drink,' said Annlaw. 'Stale skill is worse. And the man who walks in his own footsteps only ends where he began.

How like a man, to change from mask to mask like a player, concealing all intention, yet leave his heart out on the table, carelessly, unregarded, for all to behold.

I have had another thought on such fates that denies neither gods nor man. Perhaps, instead of controlling every step, the gods have started a hundred or a thousand Cazarils and Umegats down this road, and only those arrive who choose to.

For all his silences, the man was about as self-effacing as a neutron star; light itself seemed to bend around him.

He was not, he assured himself, in shock about this. There were limits even to his capacity for self-dramatization, after all. He was a little unbalanced, perhaps, like a man accustomed to leaning on a decorative cane having it suddenly snatched away.

When it came to a man's soul, Noah (Wild Card) thought that maybe his uncle (Jordan, Elite Ops commander) was finally realizing that once a man lost his soul to a woman, it was gone forever. And life wasn't much worth living without her.

You amaze me, he said then, reaching out to lay the toy on her pillow. That wasn't where he had gotten it from. You bring a toy to do a man's job, knowing the man is more than willing to provide the service. Where does that make sense, Chay?

This was a high that could never be duplicated. It was a high more dangerous to a man's soul than any found in a drug. Because this high chanced an addiction to not just the pleasure, but to the woman. And he was beginning to fear he had found the woman and the pleasure that could become an addiction impossible to live without.

You are letting this man steal your soul and it should not be his to own, unless he gives his in return. As long as you have that part of you, you will always have the will to ensure that he never breaks you, or breaks the joy you find with your child.

Those that know of... Paths of space... Have little time to waste on such things as magic... And those who know whence poetry is, and the need that man has for song, or know any one of the fifty branches of magic, have little time to waste on such things as science...

The fear of dogs is deep and universal amongst all that are less than Man.

THE OLD MAN with a hammer and the one-eyed man with a spear

Forget being a decent man, Terence. Go for castability. Could you even play a decent man in a movie?

I had seen this exact same expression and movement before - where? In the future I would come to know that look as the beginning of the end of love - the death of a man's trying. It read as Haughty Fatigue. Like the name of a stripper.

The covenant of works was contingent on the uncertain obedience of a changeable man, while the covenant of grace rests on the obedience of Christ as Mediator, which is absolute and certain.

Moreover, since man cannot of himself discover God and know Him, it was necessary that God should reveal Himself. Without such a self-revelation on the part of God it would be utterly impossible for man to enter into religious relationship to Him. God did reveal Himself, and in His self-revelation determined the worship and service that is well-pleasing to Him.

He frowned and tutted as he swabbed the vomit from the man's robes, and transferred his irritation to Pelagia's goat, which had entered the room and leapt up onto the table. 'Stupid brute' he shouted at it, and it looked at him impudently with its slotted eyes, as if to say, 'I, at least, am not drunk. I am merely mischievous.

He frowned and tutted as he swabbed the vomit from the man's robes, and transferred his irritation to Pelagia's goat, which had entered the room and leapt up onto the table. 'Stupid brute,' he shouted at it, and it looked at him impudently with its slotted eyes, as if to say, 'I, at least, am not drunk. I am merely mischievous.

Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.

There was a curious affinity between man and dog. Both were untamed, both were creatures born and bred to fight, honed and tempered fine by hot winds and long desert stretches, untrusting, dangerous, yet good companions in a hard land.

I've a regard for law, although I do not always agree with it. Without law, man becomes a beast.

I wished I had a book. It had been so long since I had read. Could a man forget how to read?

passed the station, the stationmaster leaned out. "Didn't think you could do it, mister! Some shootin'!" "Thanks Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And thanks for the warning." He indicated the dead man. "Better get him out of the street. He's a big man and he'll spoil mighty fast." He started Buck toward the Botalla trail. Whatever was going to happen