Quotes About World

Sometimes, when a Person feels Anger, everything seems simple and obvious. Anger puts things in order and shows you the world in a nutshell; Anger restores the gift of Clarity of Vision, which it's hard to attain in any other state.

je?eli kto? zaczyna zdanie od s?owa "zawsze", to znaczy, ze straci? kontakt ze ?wiatem, i ?e mówi o sobie

Literature is built on tenderness toward any being other than ourselves. It is the basic psychological mechanism of the novel. Thanks to this miraculous tool, the most sophisticated means of human communication, our experience can travel through time, reaching those who have not yet been born, but who will one day turn to what we have written, the stories we told about ourselves and our world.

Inimene muutub, kasvab vanadest oludest välja nagu laps rõivaist. Aeg voolab ja muudab kõike. On suuri ja väikesi sõdu, need suured muudavad maailma, väikesed inimest.

And he who has once seen the world's borders will suffer his imprisonment most painfully of all.

Skaitymas - gana sud?tingas psichologinis percepcijos procesas. <...> Tai reikalauja tam tikros intelektualin?s kompetencijos. Bet vis? pirma, reikalauja d?mesio ir susikaupimo - vis retesni? geb?jim? šiandieniniame pernelyg blaškan?iame pasaulyje

En contemplant le paysage noir et blanc du plateau, j'ai compris combien la tristesse était un mot important dans la definition du monde. Elle se trouve a la base de tout, elle est le cinquième élement, la quintessence.

The tip of his penis rises like a vector, pointing out the window, toward the world.

Marta háza olyan, mint ? – hozzá hasonlóan nem ismer semmit, sem Istent, sem a teremtményeit, s?t saját magát sem, semmit sem akar tudni a világról. Egyetlen pillanat van benne, csak a "most", az viszont óriási, minden irányban elnyúlik, agyonnyom, nem embernek való.

Zapewne dziwi? si? tej pot??nej plamie organicznej materii, która nagle dokona?a inwazji z nieba na ich owadzi ?wiat.

If human beings had only known how to truly preserve their knowledge of the world, if they had just engraved it into rock, into crystals, into diamond and in so doing, passed it on to their descendants, then perhaps the world would now look altogether otherwise. For what are we to do with such a brittle stuff as paper? What can come of writing books?

Ksi??yc to tylko maska s?o?ca. Wk?ada j?, kiedy wychodzi noc? pilnowa? ?wiata. Ksi??yc ma krótk? pami??, nie pami?ta, co by?o miesi?c temu

Only a piece of machinery could possibly carry all the world's pain. Only a machine, simple, effective and just. But if everything were to happen mechanically, our prayers wouldn't be needed.

Apoptosis is natural death, brought about by the tiredness and exhaustion of matter. In Greek this word means 'the dropping of petals'. The world has dropped its petals.

The psyche is our defense system—it makes sure we'll never understand what's going on around us. Its main task is to filter information, even though the capabilities of our brains are enormous. For it would be impossible to carry the weight of this knowledge. Because every tiny particle of the world is made of suffering.

Dziwne - jej my?li owiewaj? ca?? okolic?. Wiatr - mówi jaki? g?os w jej g?owie, zapewne w?asny. Wiatr to jest wzrok umar?ych, kiedy patrz? na ?wiat stamt?d, gdzie s?.

That evening is the limit of the world, and I've just happened upon it, by accident, while playing, not in search of anything.

that the world itself demands to be narrated, and only then does it truly exist, only then can it flourish fully.

I realized that sorrow is an important word for defining the world. It lies at the foundations of everything, it is the fifth element, the quintessence.

As I gazed at the black-and-white landscape of the Plateau, I realized that sorrow is an important word for defining the world. It lies at the foundations of everything, it is the fifth element, the quintessence.

Reality has grown old and gone senile; after all, it is definitely subject to the same laws as every living organism—it ages. Just like the cells of the body, its tiniest components, the senses, succumb to apoptosis. Apoptosis is natural death, brought about by the tiredness and exhaustion of matter. In Greek this word means "the dropping of petals." The world has dropped its petals.

I forced myself to think rationally, something that is conveniently omitted from the upbringing of us women (otherwise my God how we would change the world!)

No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.

The fine art is about asking questions and how we understand our world and our place in it.