Quotes About World

The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.

a world where the same fatigue and the same fever played over every face.

If the world is to die in misery, let it at least go out with a song on its lips, and pity for itself.

And, then, if only there were some truth in what the priests say, if only the poor of this world were rich in the next! These words were greeted with a burst of laughter, and even the children shrugged their shoulders, for the hard wind blowing from the outer world had taken away all their belief. They harbored a secret fear of ghosts down in the mine, but scoffed at the empty heavens.

The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond—you would have said out of this world.

The whole world awake and wild with joy.

The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her

It is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world.

it is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world as you spend

No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk

She was a wild, wicked, slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.

Why do you want to convince me there's no happiness in the world?

?udno je kako navika može oblikovati naš ukus i mišljenje; mnogi ne bi mogli zamisliti da postoji sre?a u potpunoj odvojenosti od svijeta...

Cijeli je svijet strašna zbirka podsjetnika da je ona doista postojala i da sam je ja izgubio.

So hopeless is the world without; The world within I doubly prize; Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt, And cold suspicion never rise; Where thou, and I, and Liberty, Have undisputed sovereignty.

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,-- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me!

This world is just a little place, just the red in the sky, before the sun rises, so let us keep fast hold of hands, that when the birds begin, none of us be missing.

Hace unos cuantos días perdí un mundo, ¿no lo ha encontrado nadie? Lo reconoceréis por una sarta de estrellas que le ciñen la cabeza.

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - That simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty - Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see - For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge tenderly - of Me

A feeling that I know so little about the world. And maybe the tiniest bit of excitement that there are real possibilities in life, too.

When Jack just rescued her Ma's, just succeeded doing the Great Escape: Want to go to Bed. They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while. No. Bed . You mean in Room? Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes. Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.

We're standing on the deck that's all wooden like the deck of a ship. There's fuzz on it, little bundles. Grandma says it's some kind of pollen from a tree. Which one? I'm staring up at all the differents. Can't help you there, I'm afraid. In Room we knowed what everything was called but in the world there's so much, persons don't even know the names.

Want to go to Bed. They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while. No. Bed. You mean in Room? Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes. Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.

Driving home I see the playground but it's all wrong, the swings are on the opposite side. Oh, Jack, that's a different one, says Grandma. There's playgrounds in every town. Lots of the world seems to be a repeat.