Quotes About World

I guess it's a choice we make, she said. What's a choice? I asked. And she said, How much of the world we let in.

And yes, Holden would keep those kids from falling off the cliff, but WHO WOULDN'T? Does she think I would just fold my arms or give them a pat on the back before they sailed headfirst to the ground? We are all catchers, and it's sad that she doesn't see it. Instead she sees the PHONINESS, she deplores the world even after I point out that I am in it.

What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person's heartbeat beside him?

Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like that, anyway. He's not even worth a lie.

My life changes all the time, but books don't change. My reading of them changes-- I can bring new things to them each time. But the words are familiar words. The world is a place you've been before, and it welcomes you back.

Race is different purely as a social construction, not as inherent difference. And religion - whether you believe in God or Yahweh or Allah or something else, odds are that at heart you want the same things. For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

It just makes me mad. All the stupid arbitrary shit. It makes you want to overthrow the world. On a daily basis.

I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say. The illusion of participation can sometimes lead to participation. But more often than not, it only leads to more illusion, dressed in the guise of reality.

Ik wil dat ze kon zien hoe geslagen hij is. De uitdrukking op zijn gezicht, zijn leven staat op instorten. Want dan zou ze misschien beseffen, al het was het maar een fractie van een seconde, dat hoewel de wereld haar niet interesseert, de wereld wel geïnteresseerd is in haar.

I guess it's a choice we make, she said. What's a choice? I asked. And she said, How much of the world we let it.

That's not what it means, you told me. And anyway don't you feel naked now? You fell quiet, gestured for me to listen. The sound of the woods, the feel of the air. ... The sky, so present. And you, watching me take it all in. Naked to the world, the world naked to us.

My identity walks the wires for me, all around the world. The body is now the afterthought. The birthplace, not the home.

The waking world. Even the most cynical among us must greet it with a touch of hope. Maybe it's a chemical reaction, our thoughts communing with the sunrise and creating that brief, intense faith in newness.

Desearíamos poder mostrarles el mundo mientras duermen. Así no tendrían ninguna duda de cuan similares, cuan confiados, cuan sorprendentes y vulnerables somos todos.

But there are moments—either in your own life or the life of the world around you—when an event looks you right in the eye and says: This is important. What are you going to do?

Y pienso para mis adentros: «Qué mundo tan maravilloso».

The waking world. Even the most cynical among us must greet it with a touch of hope. Maybe it's a chemical reaction, our thoughts communing with sunrise and creating that brief, intense faith in newness.

There is the distance of miles, and the distance of brothers, to overcome. He can feel the world coming between them again. But the world is so much smaller than it used to be.

I read it a lot, whenever I find it in a library. Partly because I find new things every time I read it, but also because these BOOKS are always there for me. All of them are there for me. My life changes all the time, but books don't change. My reading of them changes—I can bring new things to them each time. But the words are familiar words. The world is a place you've been before, and it welcomes you back.

can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean. She

can learn a lot about people from the stories they tell, but you can also know them from the way they sing along, whether they like the windows up or down, if they live by the map or by the world, if they feel the pull of the ocean.

On the roof of the visitors' center, the T. rex stood on the helipad, overlooking its dying kingdom. The king of the dinosaurs stood its ground and roared, ready to take on anything the modern world threw at it.