Quotes About Play

It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is stale, flat and unprofitable; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.

I wonder: Can a brainless animal feel curiosity? Does it want to play? Or does it only "want" toys or food the way a plant "wants" the sun? Does a sea star experience consciousness? If it does, what does consciousness feel like to a sea star? Clearly, I have entered a world I cannot

At the Seattle Aquarium, Sammy the giant Pacific octopus enjoyed playing with a baseball-size plastic ball that could be screwed together by twisting the two halves. A staffer put food inside the ball but later was surprised to find that not only had the octopus opened the ball, it had screwed it back together when it was done.

I wonder: Can a brainless animal feel curiosity? Does it want to play? Or does it only "want" toys or food the way a plant "wants" the sun? Does a sea star experience consciousness? If it does, what does consciousness feel like to a sea star? Clearly, I have entered a world I cannot judge by the rules I have learned on land among vertebrates

the whole sprawling paraphernalia of suburban childhood.

Czytanie ksi??ek to najpi?kniejsza zabawa, jak? sobie ludzko?? wymy?li?a.

Yet we are here at Amy's command, to play an unread part in some monstrous farce, ridiculous in some nightmare pantomime.

All the Scarabae—all but one—were crowded in the garden. They watched her. Their grim old faces gave away nothing. Like elderly kiddies at a play they did not understand yet knew to be important, they regarded her as she stood behind the gate. Goodbye, she thought. Goodbye for ever.

Having told of so much beauty, how is it possible to tell of her? There are no words left on the earth in any tongue that will do. Such words vanished from the world when it shook itself free from the ocean of chaos, in a cataclysm that reshaped it like one of the balls small children throw in the air at play.

He loves to play, cat with rat.

Fine living is not for you, lads, eh? Well, go out and play in the streets for a while, my honeys.

They themselves have lent it life; light and life to the dead block of ice, and to the silent time that follows midnight. Before they came the waterfall had been roaring, despondent and unconcerned, and the colossus of ice had been merely death, completed and mute. They did not know what they had brought with them before they were ensnared by the play between what has been and what is to come.

Everything that is tearing us down today will become a memory, and this memory will be shared as an anecdote or a story or a poem or a play or a warning. It will be shared with another human being, who will then understand that he is not alone in his sadness. This is why we show up for others and tell our tales and listen to others. The great congregation meets daily, and you are someone's angel today. (In an Interview with James Grissom)

This play is dedicated to the memory of Clarence Darrow , The Great Defender, whose mental frontiers were the four corners of the sky.

Children, brought up naturally and in freedom, not only have imagination, but live in a world of imagination more real to them than our reality. ("Absolute Evil")

I play with my grandchildren. I tend to my garden, which I love. Of course, I love to read, and family is really what it's all about.

In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and - SNAP - the job's a game!

Just because you're playing without the rules doesn't mean they don't exist. If I could have given you anything, I would have given you caution and common sense.

Sacrilege is acceptable only as a game.

Die Frauen liebten ihn zunächst abgöttisch (...), bewunderten ihn (...) dann ließ irgend etwas sie die Leere ahnen, sie machten kehrt und er erleichterte ihnen die Flucht, öffnete ihnen die Tür, damit sie weglaufen konnten, um anderswo zu spielen.

Nada coincide siendo igual, todo nace de nuevo siendo inmortal, el amor juega a inventarse, huye de sí mismo para volver en su espiral sobrecogedora.

Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

Once someone gets a little escape velocity going, ain't no play in the world that will keep them from leaving.

It's love that enslaves us...It is the play within the play, the stage on which the tragic drama of our human lives unfold.