Quotes About Man

Society cannot function if it is every man for himself. By definition, civilization cannot survive that. Those in authority must retain the public's trust. The way to do that is to distort nothing, to put the best face on nothing, to try to manipulate no one.

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

Practical man, who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influence, are usually the sleeves of some defunct economist

Arthur and I had had our differences, even our clashes, but I'd had a huge amount of respect for him as a man, a black man, and a positive force for world tennis. I realized too late that he was the greatest ambassador our sport had ever had, and I was determined to try to do better myself.

It occurred to me that I could be less mindful of man, and I seemed to catch a glimpse of freedom.

Egli voleva conoscere che cos'era quello che stava distruggendo; il vecchio e il vivo, e dal basso, tra i cani, guardava l'uomo nudo davanti a sé. [...] Sembrava che volesse tutto di quell'uomo sotto i suoi colpi. Non che per lui fosse uno sconosciuto. Che fosse davvero una vita. O voleva soltanto una ripresa, e riscaldar l'aria di nuovo.

The cattle industry, the most red-blooded of american livelihoods, land of the cowboys and marlboro man, has been relying on same-sex attraction for years and years.

A man is ruled by appetite and remorse, and I swallowed what I could.

Must! Is must a word to be addressed to princes? Little man, little man!

But the child's sob in silence curses deeper / Than the strong man in his wrath.

Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

I don't know if it was the excitement that did it, but by the time we started our tiptoe across the icy, rutted skid yard to that shed Priya had quit shivering, but I was trembling like a marriage license in a young man's hand.

The man Elizabeth had called her Elf never glanced down. His eyes sparkled in the lanterlight as he rubbed a glove forefinger against his thumb, and visibly came to a decision.

Jacob Dust," he said. "Shipmind, shipsoul. Synthetic sapience. Distributed man. At your service, beloved.

He was really a striking man, with his freckles and auburn hair.

The devil smiled: a slight man, unassuming, his hands knotted in the pockets of his beautiful coat.

I hate hanging our hopes on a man, even if he is both gentle and his mother's son. But he came.

Scoffs a man with the Queen of Faerie at his book and a magician close enough to spit in his eye?

Gentle wasn't the right word. Not really. But the man's fingers had cradled Cahey's skull in a tender curve, a touch that was as affectionate as it was uncomfortable. And so very wrong, for a business translation.

He might be a dead man. He might sometimes find himself grown very tired. But he could not find it in himself to regret the circumstances of his death, no matter how unusual.

He raised his hands and froze there, still as an oil painting, poised like a man shielding his face from divine light.

I'faith, Kit, is there any man in Elizabeth's court you haven't let bugger you?" "There's a few I've buggered instead." Kit waited for the chuckle. Will did not fail him.

We're looking for a mortal man to seduce and betray. Your speciality.

The windows were small, but a small man might slide through them. Far below he could see lights scattered around the Tower precincts like flower petals on the sheets of a marriage bed.