Quotes About World

Ignorance is the only possible happiness this world has to offer

Siempre había creído que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veía claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable

era una tortura, no se acababa nunca el tiempo en que el mundo real le abrasaba la piel.

The result was that the scheduled execution of one of the most abominable criminals of the age degenerated into the largest orgy the world had ever seen.

Es war aber nicht die Welt, es waren die Menschen. Mit der Welt, so schien es, der menschenleeren Welt, ließ es sich leben.

L'ignorance n'a rien de honteux, la plupart des hommes voient en elle le bonheur. Et, de fait, elle est le seul bonheur possible en ce monde.

Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land a dirty gray, strangling life all night long. This world molded in lead, where nothing moved but the wind that fell sometimes like a shadow over the gray forests, and where nothing lived but the scent of the naked earth, was the only world he accepted, for it was much like the world of his soul.

It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge.

The Devil tended to do it better than his underlings. Likes to give the marks less wiggle room to get out of the contract. The lesser demons are so anxious to get any soul that they'll promise the world and deliver Jersey. Of

Are you saying that you plan to blackmail the leaders of the world?" Sheriff said. "Blackmail is such an ugly word. It implies that we're doing something wrong for personal gain. What we're doing is holding off using information that could hurt these people as a thank you for them doing the right thing. Hardly the same thing at all," Paddy said.

Are you saying the Vatican only sent one agent to stop the end of the world?" I said. DuPont's face took on a look of mock shock. "Heavens, no. They sent two of us. Same as the DMA.

Over the door of Bulfinche's Pub, there was a saying in Gaelic, Maireann dóchas is gliodar. Translated it means hope and happiness never die. There have been times of late that they seemed to be on life support. With luck, they'd make a full recovery and spread all around our world. Corny? Yep, but I've been called worse. And honestly, if things were a little more corny, we might all be a bit better off.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond.

It seemed as if the whole of the world was slowly being stripped of innocence. Or maybe I was seeing a little too clearly.

Please, no matter how we advance in technology please don't abandon the book-there is nothing in our material world more beautiful than a book.

The artist seeks contact with his intuitive sense of the gods, but in order to create his work, he cannot stay in this seductive and incorporeal realm. He must return to the material world in order to do his work. It's the artist's responsibility to balance mystical communication and the labor of creation.

I left Mephistopheles, the angels, and the remnants of our handmade world, saying, "I choose Earth.

But then everything eventually changes. It's the way of the world. Cycles of death and resurrection, but not always in the way we imagine. For instance, we might all resurrect looking way different, wearing outfits we'd never be caught dead in.

In all the world one may always hope to recapture something lost.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon.

I can only hope, as I offer my world on a platter filled with allusions.

It is in underdeveloped world that he central, overriding fact of our epoch becomes manifest to the naked eye: the capitalist system, once a mighty engine of economic development, has turned into a no less formidable hurdle to human advancement.

Our lives don't really belong to us, you see -- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding.

You're too good for this world, and because of that the world will eventually crush you.