Quotes About Man

Sobre él verteré el hambre y el fuego hasta que la desolación lo aturda y todos los demonios de la oscuridad exterior miren asombrados y reconozcan que la especialidad del hombre es la venganza.

El deseo de conocimiento forma al hombre

I am sorry to tell you this thing. Youu are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.

So you went looking for a myth and found a man,

Master Elodin," I said, breathing a little hard. "Might I ask you a quick question?" "Statistically speaking, it's pretty likely," he said, unlocking the door with a bright brass key. "May I ask you a question, then?" "I doubt any power known to man could stop you.

Upon him I will visit famine and a fire. Till all around him desolation rings And all the demons in the outer dark Look on amazed and recognize That vengeance is the business of a man.

The man had true-red hair, red as flame. His eyes were dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing many things. The

I am sorry to tell you this thing. You are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.

But how?" I asked. Felurian stopped swimming and floated on her back, looking up at the sky. "oh, moon," she said forlornly. "I perish for kisses. why have you brought me an owl when I desired a man?" She sighed, then softly hooted into the night: how? how? how?

Master Elodin" I said breathing a little hard, "Might I ask you a quick question?" "Statistically speaking it's pretty likely".. "May I ask you a question then?" "I doubt any power known to man could stop you.

It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

The desire for knowledge shapes a man," he said.

told hard lies and harder truths. Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played,

Recuerda que todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: la tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

Todo hombre sabio teme tres cosas: una tormenta en el mar, una noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that knew no lack of gifted and abominable personages.

No powers? Ye've got to be kidding me. Have ye heard his jokes? They're so bad they can drop a man at twenty paces," said

And the cavern of fire was enormous, labyrinthine, that received the man. He branched and flamed, glowed and increased, and was suddenly extinguished in the little puffs of smoke and tired thoughts.

Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine." I had written the line some years before as a declaration of existence, as a vow to take responsibility for my own actions. Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

In the beginning was real time. A woman enters a garden that is bursting with color. She has no memory, only a burgeoning curiosity. She approaches the man. He is not curious. He stands before a tree.

In spite of his physical efforts, he understands that he is afraid to go on reading the typescript. Why this fear should have taken hold of him is something he cannot account for. It's only words, he tells himself, and since when have words had the power to frighten a man half to death?

the only one with an ear for prose who could follow his arguments about why Flannery O'Conner and Grace Paley were bolder, more inventive stylists than Bellow, Updike, or any other American man except perhaps Baldwin,

A man walks out from the voice that became me. He has vanished. He has eaten the ripening word that killed you and killed you