Quotes About Man

What is true of one man, said the judge, is true of many.

the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.

Or even knows they need attendin to. But I never done it to benefit myself. Shot that thing. Like I kept peace for seven year sake of a man I never knowed nor seen his face and like I seen them fellers never had no business there and if I couldn't run em off I could anyway let em know they was one man would let on that he knowed what they was up to. But I knowed if they could build it they could build it back and I done it anyway. Ever man loves peace and a old man best of all.

Sheddan pulled at his cigar. He shook his head. Not even all that sexy a woman. Goodlooking but in an odd way. Incisors like a Jurassic cat. A man shouldnt ignore a thing like that. Pleistocene What? Pleistocene. Cat. Yes, well. Find me something that alliterates.

He mistrusted all of that. He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and of death.

They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable like shapes capable of violating their covenant with the flesh that authored them and continuing autonomous across the naked rock without reference to sun or man or god.

What do you think death is, man? Of whom do we speak when we speak of a man who was and is not? Are these blind riddles or are they not some part of every man's jurisdiction? What is death if not an agency? And whom does he intend toward?

Well,' he said. 'I seen a lot of coyote sign down here.' 'I ain't surprised,' the old man said. 'They done everything down at our place but come it and set at the table.

A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done. Where'd you hear that at? I dont know.

to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.

Before man was war waited for him.

He wears on his head a hat he's made from leaves and they have dried and cracked in the sun and he looks like a raggedyman wandered from some garden where he'd used to frighten birds.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from. To imagine otherwise is to imagine the unspeakable. It was never that this man ceased to believe in God. No. It was rather that he came to believe terrible things of Him.

You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow.

He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.

He's an uncommon love for the common man and godly wisdom resides in the least of things so that it may well be that the voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such beings as lives in silence themselves.

Es un gran misterio. El hombre no puede conocer su mente porque la mente es el único medio de que dispone para conocerla. Puede conocer su corazón, pero no quiere. Y hace bien. Es mejor no mirar ahí dentro. No es el corazón de una criatura que siga el camino que Dios le ha marcado. Se puede encontrar maldad hasta en el más pequeño de los animales, pero cuando Dios creó al hombre el diablo estaba a su lado. Una

Lo que es verdad de un hombre, dijo el juez, es verdad de muchos.

They silently agreed on two things. That God put horses on earth to work cattle and aside from cattle there was no wealth proper to a man.

Mire, mire! called the man. He was fishing about in his pockets and soon he was juggling four small wooden balls in front of Glanton's horse. The horse snorted and lifted its head and Glanton leaned over the saddle and spat and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Aint that the drizzlin shits, he said.

A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well.

claimed to be the man who wrote a certain book – what was its name again? Inkheart. Fenoglio rubbed his aching back. Its title is Inkheart because it's about a man whose wicked heart is as black as ink, filled with darkness and evil. I still like the title.

Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back.

Fear was not red, fear is pale as a dead man's face