Quotes About World

The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

The world rolls and somewhere out there are things I don't know. Let us sleep on God and mystery, a quiet, fragile ship floating on the sea, behold sleep.

She clutched him tightly, in alarm. She protected herself trembling. Because life was in peril. She loved the world, loved what had been created - she loved with nausea.

she was inept. Inept for living. She had no idea how to cope with life and she was only vaguely aware of her own inner emptiness. Were she capable of explaining herself, she might well confide: the world stands outside me. I stand outside myself.

Como posso amar a grandeza do mundo se não posso amar o tamanho da minha natureza?

se eu gritasse acordaria milhares de seres gritantes que iniciariam pelos telhados um coro de gritos e horror. Se eu gritasse desencadearia a existência - a existência de quê? a existência do mundo. Com reverência eu temia a existência do mundo para mim.

E nasci para escrever. A palavra é o meu domínio sobre o mundo.

No usar palabras es perder la identidad? [...] Pierdo la identidad del mundo en mí y existo sin garantías. Realizo lo realizable y lo irrealizable yo lo vivo y mi significado y el del mundo y el del tuyo no es evidente.

It was the loud monotony of an eternity that breathes. That terrified me. The world would only cease to terrify me if I became the world. If I were the world, I wouldn't be afraid. If we are the world, we are moved by a delicate radar that guides.

Porque o formalismo não tem ferido a minha simplicidade, e sim o meu orgulho, pois é pelo, orgulho de ter nascido que me sinto tão íntima do mundo, mas este mundo que eu ainda extraí de mim um grito mudo.

a respiração contínua do mundo é aquilo que ouvimos e chamamos de silêncio.

What would a person say to himself in the madness of sincerity? But it would be salvation. Thought the terror of sincerity comes from the part of the shadows that connect me to the world and to the creating unconscious of the world. Today is a night with many stars in the sky. It stopped raining.

Mis previsiones me cerraban el mundo.

Tudo estará em mim, se eu não for; pois "eu" é apenas um dos espasmos instantâneos do mundo.

One is the silence of the other. The killers who meet: the world is extremely reciprocal. The quivering of an entirely mute rattling in the rock; and we, who made it to today, are still quivering with it.

Ouvira na Rádio Relógio que havia sete bilhões de pessoas no mundo. Ela se sentia perdida. Mas com a tendência que tinha para ser feliz logo se consolou: havia sete bilhões de pessoas para ajudá-la.

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law — for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . the renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my own unknown law, and if I don't carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

Truth doesn't make sense, the hugeness of the world makes me shrink. What I probably asked for and finally found still ended up leaving me unprepared, like a child walking alone across the earth.

I am still corrupted by the condiment of the world.

the goal of schools shouldn't be to manufacture "productive citizens" to fill some corporate cubicle; it should be to inspire each child to find a "calling" that will change the world.

The end is just another beginning when a Mother is in charge of the world.

All at once the exteriority of the world for the body that opens up to it, the distance of the things in front of this body, their absolute alterity, the body's folding back outside everything that it captures and yet its implication in the visible, the turning back of the visible upon itself that constitutes it as seeing and that causes it to perceive from the very foundation of being to which it adheres.

I tried to fit language into the shape of usefulness. The world moves through words as if the bodies the words reflect do not exist.