Quotes About Retreat

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

It has been said repeatedly that one can never, try as he will, get around to the front of the universe. Man is destined to see only its far side, to realize nature only in retreat.

The theist and the scientist are rival interpreters of nature, the one retreats as the other advances.

Take a couple of days by yourself and rent a nice cabin in some nice, happy place. Stay a day or two and meditate and take walks in areas that feel good to you. Find out who you are again. Remember.

And we will meet in the woods far far away from this hustle and bustle... and share love and sunshine.

Peace comes through strength, not through retreat.

Aristotle is the last Greek philosopher who faces the world cheerfully; after him, all have, in one form or another, a philosophy of retreat.

I knew I was in the vicinity of a serious lesson, if not about how to live life, then at least how to put some poetry into your craven retreat from it.

In politics, it seems, retreat is honorable if dictated by military considerations and shameful if even suggested for ethical reasons.

You don't win battles you walk away from.

Retreat? We're coming out of here as a Marine division. We're bring ... our dead. Retreat hell! We're just advancing in another direction.

Toen zag hij een deur openstaan naar de enige plaats waar men zich altijd aan de wereld onttrekken kan. Niemand weet wie zich bevindt op een afgesloten wc.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,To peep at such a world; to see the stirOf the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,Some boundless contiguity of shade,Where rumor of oppression and deceit,Of unsuccessful or successful war,Might never reach me more.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

He who lives wisely to himself and to his own heart looks at the busy world through the loop-holes of retreat, and does not want to mingle in the fray.

I will be as harsh as truth, and uncompromising as justice... I am in earnest, I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard.

I am in earnest I will not equivocate I will not excuse I will not retreat a single inch And I will be heard.

To make matters worse, the British sighted French tanks, thought they were German and attacked them. The German commander charged with the task of resisting was a man who would soon be the most famous German general of them all, then known as Major-General Erwin Rommel. By 6pm, Rommel had prevailed, the attack was over and the remaining British tanks – and most of the commanders had been killed – were in retreat

In the end he slunk out of Normandy in December 1203, like a thief in the night.

His fevered thoughts burrowed through the fog clouding his brain, taking him back to another time and another place, where, as a member of an elite SAS unit and despite a nasty combat wound, he had been forced into a gruelling retreat through