Quotes About Man

Although the whole man partakes of this grace, it is first and most appropriately in the soul and later progresses to the body, inasmuch as the body of the man is capable of the same obedience to the will of God as the soul.

God's words first... obey God's law first before considering the laws of man.

I do not want to be in fights where people see me as an obstacle on the road. I want to be the man challenging.

The feeling of joy came up in me again the way the lyric of a song might remind a man on the edge of insanity that soon he will be insane again and there is a world there more interesting than his own.

At the end of medicine is dope; at the end of life is death; at the end of man may be the Hell which arrives from the vanities of the mind.

I always thought,' I said, 'that a man became a cop to be shielded from his own criminality.

Angels often flee from people who scream too loudly—they know at such moments how close the man or woman is to us, and they feel outnumbered. For devils rush in to attend such outcries.

I always thought that a man became a cop to be shielded from his own criminality.

It's an awful thing to hear a strong, desperate, fat man scream incontinently in a cave at daybreak.

History has the cruel reality of a nightmare, and the grandeur of man consists in his making beautiful and lasting works out of the real substance of that nightmare. Or, to put it another way, it consists in transforming the nightmare into vision; in freeing ourselves from the shapeless horror of reality--if only for an instant--by means of creation.

Progress has peopled history with the marvels and monsters of technology but it has depopulated the life of man. It has given us more things but not more being.

La historia tiene la realidad atroz de una pesadilla; la grandeza del hombre consiste en hacer obras hermosas y durables con la sustancia real de esa pesadilla.

Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason. When we emerge, perhaps we will realize that we have been dreaming with our eyes open, and that the dreams of reason are intolerable. And then, perhaps, we will begin to dream once more with our eyes closed.

Al escribir historia me refiero a la general o universal. No hay otra: lo que se llama historia patria es espejo del hombre -y entonces es también universal- o es una anécdota de sobremesa.

man, tree of images, words which are flowers become fruits which are deeds.

History as the cruel reality of a nightmare, and the grandeur of man consists in his making beautiful and lasting works out of the real substance of that nightmare. Or, to put it another way, it consists in transforming the nightmare into vision; in freeing ourselves from the shapeless horror of reality - if only for an instant - by means of creation.

Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-wake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a nightmare in which the torture chambers are endlessly repeated in the mirrors of reason. When we emerge, perhaps we will realize that we have been dreaming with our eyes open, and that the dreams of reason are intolerable. And then, perhaps, we will begin to dream once more with our eyes closed.

Shall man's basest desires receive the fullest measure of gratification, and his purest aspirations starve for lack of sustenance?

Jeg er bare en ganske alminnelig mann som ikke kan forandre noe som helst jeg

The beast retires to its shelter, and the bird flies to its nest; but the helpless man can only find refuge in his fellow creature.

A man is made by his circumstances... If you want to change him, change his circumstances.

I envy cornerstone in empty deserts, because they are themselves, and for the same reason I envy rocks in the hills, where man has never set foot, and trees in the valleys that man has ever seen.

Ender grinned back. "Teacher," he said. "Do you have a name?" "Mazer Rackham," said the old man.

Doesn't it make you wonder about your own sexual identity, not to mention your sanity, that the two women you love are, respectively, a virtual woman existing only in the transient ansible connections between computers and a woman whose soul is in fact that of a man who is the husband of your mother?