Quotes About Man

I watched him go for a second, marveling that such a truly awkward performance came so easily to such an apparently perfect man. It was so odd that for a moment I thought it had to be deliberate—perhaps a way to change the subject? Could he really be that uncomfortable talking about his affluent ways? Or was he hiding something even more nefarious than wealth?

Standing beside her was a man I can only describe as a generic fed, with a gray suit and white shirt and shiny black shoes. They were both facing my sister, Sergeant Deborah, and another man I didn't know. He was blond, about six feet tall, muscular, and absurdly good-looking in a rugged, masculine way, as if God had taken Brad Pitt and decided to make him really handsome.

The war...must go on till the last man of this generation falls in his tracks...unless you acknowledge our right to self-government. We are not fighting for slavery. We are fighting for Independence, and that, or extermination, we will have.

Here was a man, when comes such another?

But then, behind every great man . . . is a surprised mother-in-law.

He let out a harsh chuckle in the solitary darkness. When had anything ever gone as planned? But a man could dream of freedom. Even a man such as him.

I'm an open Minded Man. How about a threesom? You, me and the machine?

Don't let foolish assumptions about what's appropriate keep you from a good man. There are too few good men around to ignore one just because he's the perfect age for you.

Don't let foolish assumptions about what's appropriate keep you from a good man. There are too few good men around to ignore one just because he's the perfect age for you.

What? A man who could admit to his feelings? They really do exist!

the castle's rarely seen owner, Sean Killdaren and his brother, Alexander, the Viscount of Blackmoor—a man

The measure of a man is, does he know how to love.

The measure of a man is, does he know how to love. Clement Sills knew how to love. That's what he did. That's what he taught every single one of us who were lucky enough to know him.

Of course he's always know that the Odyssey and the Illiad are stories that were passed on orally long before Homer - or whoever it was - wrote them down. But never before has the connection between space, time, and words revealed itself so clearly as at this moment. The bad drop of the desert shows it off in sharp relief, but really it's always just the same all over the world: without memory, man is nothing more than a bit of flesh on the planet's surface.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

I can't say I altogether blame the man (which is doubtless a great relief to his mind).

Man, if he would live, must worship. He looks around, and what to him, within the vision of his life, is the greatest and the best, that he falls down and does reverence to.

battle between Cæsar and Cassivelaunus.  Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Cæsar, by planting it full of stakes (and had, no doubt, put up a notice-board).  But Cæsar crossed in spite of this.  You couldn't choke Cæsar off that river.  He is the sort of man we want round the backwaters now.

Resolutions were made for man, not man for resolutions." 

When Montmorency meets a cat, the whole street knows about it; and there is enough bad language wasted in ten seconds to last an ordinarily respectable man all his life, with care.

Every other man is looking great saint after marriage.

He's a fine man, with a sense of justice nicely contained by the law and an excellent judgment of both the pulse and purse of the electorate.

and now there are two distinct phases to sex with Daryl: the first two minutes like an exam from an autistic gynecologist, the next ten a visit from the Roto-Rooter man.

And thus the sewer is man's greatest achievement, Carlo, the disposal of shit the apex of all this inventing and fighting and copulating).