Quotes About World

I mean, they're only the best punk band out there right now, named for the fucking apathy of a xenophobic fucking nation oblivious to the fucking terror its leaders wreak on the rest of the world because they're too busy worrying if their cat might be stuck up a tree or something.

There are just lots of possibilities in the world, I've decided. Dash. Boris. I need to keep my mind open for what could happen and not decide that the world is hopeless if what I want to happen doesn't happen. Because something else great might happen in between.

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

The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces. - Nick

The greatest act of love—indeed, the only religion she could comprehend—was to speak the truth about the world.

Do not succumb to darkness. Lack of hope, as I learned long ago, is a deadly affliction. And in one so highly regarded as you, it is not merely a blight on one precious soul, but a contagion that may leave many in darkness. Recall that the light you bear, though it may flicker, yet illuminates the path for our people. Bear it. For in this world there is no alternative.

But it seemed to him nonetheless that the god these people had just prayed to was the present: a world in which they felt compelled to act, stepping into the history flowing right in front of their feet; making choices in the knowledge that they might fail.

An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world. The yellow light of a lamp on leaves of paper, the ivory-black impress of words reasoning, line by line.

Yet though I saw myself straying ever farther from the path laid before me, I cried out then and still: why say woman may not follow her nature if it lead her to think, for must not even the meanest beast follow its nature? And why forbid woman or man from questioning what we are taught, for is not intelligence holy? The world and I have sinned against each other.

the thinkers' collected voices inked onto each crowded page. An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world.

It was the very shape of the world that defeated our love. There is no bitterness in my heart. Only sorrow.

In secret I have longed for it, for blindness can never suffice to extinguish the sight of the terrors of this broken world.

Outrageous...that wilfully selfish tyranny of silence evolved by a crafty old ostrich of a world for its own well-being and comfort.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. And that was all his patrimony.

Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.

Most of this world's misery is the fruit not as priests tell us of wickedness, but of stupidity.... And we know that of all stupidities he considered anger the most deplorable.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

I hate violence. I hate injustice more. I just want to be a fry cook, but the world demands more from me than eggs and pancakes.

In this world, Evil works through countless surrogates. Its name is Legion. But Good works through surrogates, as well, and they are legion, too.

When Victoria told me how intensely she hated me, I kept the Beretta aimed at her face, but heard myself say, I don't hate you. She called me an effing liar and said, Hate makes the world go around. Envy, lust and hate. I stopped hating anyone the day when I realized hating can't restore to me anything that's lost.

It's a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so.

The source of magic in this world is more mysterious than all the explanations that sorcerers and wizards have given for it, and it is more prevalent than can be understood by those who live according to the constricted form of reason so prevalent in our time.

We are fallen in a broken world, and one thing that occurs to me is that after thousands of years, when we think of fallen angels, we think of them as we always have: busy spreading misery on Earth. But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.