Quotes About Blows

I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet, as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.

This was very like his way of conducting that encounter in the garden; very like. His manner of bearing his poverty, too, exactly corresponded to his manner of bearing that defeat. It seemed to me that he took all blows and buffets now, with just the same air as he had taken mine then. It was evident that he had nothing around him but the simplest necessaries, for everything that I remarked upon turned out to have been sent in on my account from the coffee-house or somewhere else.

A gust of wind blows in through the porch with the sound of shaken leaves. The flame of the lamp leaps.

DULLARD, n. A member of the reigning dynasty in letters and life... The secret of their power is their insensibility to blows; tickle them with a bludgeon and they laugh with a platitude... According to the most trustworthy statistics the number of adult Dullards in the United States is but little short of thirty millions, including the statisticians.

Music is not math. It's science. You keep mixing the stuff up until it blows up on you, or it becomes this incredible potion.

I be dog if hit don't look like sometimes that when a fellow sets out to play a joke, hit ain't another fellow he's playing that joke on; hit's a kind of big power laying still somewhere in the dark that he sets out to prank with without knowing hit, and hit all depends on whether that ere power is in the notion to take a joke or not, whether or not hit blows up right in his face, like this one did in mine. (A Bear Hunt)

The blows, as you see, have agreed with me; the roseate supersensual mist has dissolved, and no one can ever make me believe that these 'sacred apes of Benares' or Plato's rooster are the image of God

As a result of quarrels, blows, furtive and poorly chosen readings, my disposition became taciturn, wild, my head began to be spoiled, and I lived like a true werewolf.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence, For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.

But there is nothing in me, just fear, nothing but the running of dark waves. I am the wind that blows and dies out in dark waters, I am the wind going and not returning, a milkweed pollen on the black meadows of the world.

Stubbornness and an obstinate disobedience must be mastered with blows.

Hell's bells, irony blows.

I dare say, in the vast majority of cases, it would be found that it was misery that taught more than happiness, it was poverty that taught more than wealth, it was blows that brought out their inner fire more than praise.

The spirit of man is an inward flame a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.

And when you're talking about an atmosphere, oceans are very small. And it blows over and it sails over.

The worst blows typically come from family.

Notice, there was a man who was once real and alive and in love. But after a series of blows, his humanity was reduced to efficiency. He became a sort of machine—a hollow man. At first he did not even notice, for his condition made him an excellent woodman, as any person can become productive like a machine when he forgoes his heart.

Tis an ill wind that blows no minds

Keep close the words of Syadasti: 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NO MINDS. And remember that there is no tyranny in the State of Confusion. For further information, consult your pineal gland.

We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces.

Time. Sorrow. Evil. All such things are hammers. And only the anvil of eternity defies their blows.

even the gendarme who is posted at the distant door — a man, perhaps, who has never before compassed a smile, but is more accustomed to dealing out blows to the populace — summons up a kind of grin, even though the grin resembles the grimace of a man who is about to sneeze after inadvertently taking an over-large pinch of snuff.

Jack loudly protested against such literal interpretation of his figurative language, and a very pretty bout with fisticuffs was the result,—the innocent kettle ultimately being battered to pieces in the fray. Such is men's justice; in all their quarrels there is always some poor luckless kettle which, sinless itself, gets the blows from each side