Quotes About World

What is modesty but hypocritical humility, by means of which, in a world swelling with envy, a man seeks to obtain pardon for excellences and merits from those who have none.

Who can know when his world is going to change? who can tell before it happens....the doors that were slamming shut while others slid into the clear.Who can sense revelation in the wind? What happened was just this :I got hooked on the story.

His very use of parables shows that it was his conviction that the things of this world can lead a man's thoughts direct to God, if he will only see.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. - Auguries of Innocence

Vala] provides a profound analysis of man's limitations but no hint of escape from the prison - no suggestion that it is conceiving of the world as a prison that makes it a prison, that the key to the Gates of Paradise is in the mind.

It is right it should be so Man was made for Joy & Woe And when this we rightly know Thro the World we safely go Joy & Woe are woven fine A Clothing for the soul divine Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine

Gabriel thought maps should be banned. They gave the world an order and reasonableness which it did not possess.

No defeat is made up entirely of defeat—since the world it opens is always a place formerly unsuspected. A world lost, a world unsuspected beckons to new places and no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory of whiteness .

It is as though you looked down from above at me—not with what they would describe as pride but the same that is in me: a sort of shame that the world should see you as I see you, a somewhat infantile creature— without subtlety— defenseless.

Time does not move. Only ignorance and stupidity move. Intelligence (force, power) stands still with time and forces change about itself - sifting the world for permanence, in the drift of nonentity.

The province of the poem is the world. When the sun rises, it rises in the poem and when it sets darkness comes down and the poem is dark

The province of the poem is the world. When the sun rises, it rises in the poem and when it sets darkness comes down and the poem is dark . and lamps are lit, cats prowl and men read, read–or mumble and stare at that which their small lights distinguish or obscure or their hands search out in the dark. The poem moves them or it does not move them. Faitoute, his ears ringing . no sound . no great city, as he seems to read–

We can trace the operation of evil in the physical world…but I am more and more puzzled about it in the moral world. There its course is often so very obscure; and often it seems to involve, so far as we can see, no penalty whatsoever.

We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessing of peace.

Those theorists who complain repeatedly about the "externalities" that have messed up their model by fomenting this or that untoward event, before returning to the purity of the model, suffer from a debilitating disease: they act as if the models would work if only the world did not contain so many "outside" factors that are, in fact, imbricated and entangled in a thousand ways with the practices they study.

We know quite well that the people of the Northern States have not yet drunk of the cup -- they are still trying to hold it far from their lips -- which all the rest of the world see they nevertheless must drink of. We may have our own opinions about slavery; we may be for or against the South; but there is no doubt that Jefferson Davis and other leaders of the South have made an army; they are making, it appears, a navy; and they have made, what is more than either, they have made a nation.

The binding of a book is the dress with which it walks out into the world. The paper, type and ink are the body, in which its soul is domiciled. And these three, soul, body, and habilament, are a triad which ought to be adjusted to one another by the laws of harmony and good sense.

The world is a giant ashtray we put things into.

To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.

To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.

and i temporary and he was the saddest word of all there is nothing else in the world its not despair until time its not even time until it was

And that wasn't the first time it ever occurred to me that this world ain't run like it ought to be run a heap of more times than what it is.

and he every man is the arbiter of his own virtues but let no man prescribe for another mans wellbeing and i temporary and he was the saddest word of all there is nothing else in the world of all there is nothing else in the world its not despair its not even time