Quotes About World

Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing." "Or some sort of madness", she said.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

There are 10 kinds of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't.

I heard people repeat the same promises about the bright technological future, but I saw the digital world replicate the inequalities of the "real" world

I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am; Maelström of passions in that hidden sea Whose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me; And in small compass the dark waters cram. - I, While the Gods Laugh, the World's Vortex Am

Em toda a vida, teve um único desempenho: ser pai. E todo o bom pai enfrenta a mesma tentação: guardar para si os filhos, fora do mundo, longe do tempo.

Quem acha doce a terra natal ainda é um tenro principiante; aquele para quem toda a terra é natal já é forte; mas é perfeito aquele para quem o mundo inteiro é um lugar estrangeiro. A alma tenra fixou seu amor num único ponto do mundo; a pessoa forte estendeu o seu amor a todos os lugares; o homem perfeito extinguiu o seu. (Hugo de St. Victor, monge saxão do século XII, citado por Edward Said)

Quanto mais inabitável, mais o mundo fica povoado

As nossas estradas já tiveram a timidez dos rios e a suavidade das mulheres. E pediam licença antes de nascer. Agora, as estradas tomam posse da paisagem e estendem as suas grandes pernas sobre o Tempo, como fazem os donos do mundo.

Nas ondas estão escritas mil estórias, dessas de embalar as crianças do inteiro mundo.

A tristeza é uma janela que se abre nas traseiras do mundo.

Meu pai era um homem que enchia o mundo, o pé dele entrava em casa e sentíamos o balanço do seu peso como se, de repente, estivéssemos num pequeno barco". My father was a men that filled the world, his foot entered homeand we felt the the swing of its weight, like, suddenly, we were in a little boat.

A vida é demasiado preciosa para ser esbanjada num mundo desencantado.

Words were few and failing between them as though the silence that sat with them had laid its old lips on theirs and sucked them dry of speech. For where could one begin? With the weather? But here there was no weather. These few sad rooms were the old man's world. His horizons were all walls.

I just could not understand why our surroundings had changed so greatly in one instant…. I thought it might have been something which had nothing to do with the war, the collapse of the earth which it was said would take place at the end of the world.

designers actually can change the world for the better by making the complicated simple and finding beauty in truth.

What goes on in Europe concerns us greatly because, if Europe comes apart, the E.U. comes apart, then you're going to have enormous impact on America, that's a very big trading partner of ours, and people own securities around the world in this day and age.

That seemed to be the way of the world these days; get a few basic details of an event or incident, then craft a narrative around it. It was not about spreading information, but getting clicks and attention.

Pleasure and shame. Shame and pleasure. These were the world's currencies. And it paid out both in equal measure.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

She is, above all else, tired; she wants more than anything to return to her bed and her book. The world, this world, feels suddenly stunned and stunted, far from everything.

Don't you feel terror in the presence of the infinite spaces that Pascal speaks of?" She replied: "Why should I feel afraid? Isn't this world the house of God? Instead of frightening me, they move me to take flight into my soul with the confidence of a creature of God.

Love is the soul of the world, though its body bleeds, and we must learn to bleed with it. Love is also the seed and milk and the fruit of the world, though we can partake of it in greed or reverence. We are born, we eat, and learn, and die. We leave a tracery of messages in the lives of others, a little shifting of the soil, a stone moved from here to there, a word uttered, a song, a poem left behind. I was here, each of these declare. I was here.

We came to know that love is the soul of the world, though its body bleeds, and we must learn to bleed with it.