Quotes About World

Early spice traders tried to plant allspice seeds around the world but found them impossible to germinate. Eventually it was discovered that the seeds must pass through the body of a fruit-eating bat, a baldpate pigeon, or some other local bird, in order to be sufficiently heated and softened for germination. Today, through the

We live in a world which we destroy ,and showing that we will not recover." "Our wounds will heal, devastation disappear, if we solve our dilemma.

Sí, acabo de comprender, mi buen aprendiz. El dinero se necesita, ya que el mundo está así montado. Pero el dinero vale por lo que da a cambio y no se le debe amar en sí.

Qué grande era el sol en el cielo, o a mí me lo parecía. Y cuando salió la carroza blanca, arrastrada por caballos blancos y pajes vestidos de blanco, algo se rompió en mí o en el mundo. De pronto no creí en nada de cuanto me habían dicho: todo era una mentira más de los Gigantes; porque allí mismo, del blanco casi cegador, se alzó él ante mis ojos —y supe que era sólo ante mis ojos, un adiós sólo mío—

Detente ahi, éste es mi mundo. Detente, ésta es la puerta privada de mi reino

Each one dreams the dream of life in his own way. I have dreamed it in my library; and when the hour shall come in which I must leave this world, may it please God to take me from my ladder—from before my shelves of books!...

But I deny that He created the world; at the most He organised but an inferior part of it, and all that He touched bears the mark of His rough and unforeseeing touch.

For all armies are the finest in the world. The second finest army, if one could exist, would be in a notoriously inferior position; it would be certain to be beaten. It ought to be disbanded at once. Therefore, all armies are the finest in the world.

The cinema substitutes for our gaze a world more in harmony with our desires.

J'ai vu ses yeux de fougère s'ouvrir le matin sur un monde où les battements d'ailes de l'espoir immense se distinguent à peine des autres bruits qui sont ceux de la terreur et, sur ce monde, je n'avais vu encore que des yeux se fermer.

Creo solamente que entre mi pensamiento, tal como se desprende de lo que ha podido leerse firmado por mí, y yo mismo, a quien la verdadera naturaleza de mi pensamiento enrola en algo que todavía ignoro, hay un mundo, un mundo irrevocable de fantasmas, de hipótesis que se realizan, de apuestas perdidas y de mentiras, cosas todas que, tras un rápido examen, me disuaden de aportar la más mínima correción a esta obra.

Of verse eternal I've the art. And men Are gladdened by my voice, which speaks but truth. The supreme reason that I proudly bear Could not be bought for all a world of gold. All have I touched: women, apples, fire; All have I felt: winter, spring, and summer; All have I found, for no wall can halt me. But tell me, Fortune, what then is thy name? Charles Cros, 1842–1888

Modern history, both early and late, was made by Europeans, who "built a world around Europe", as historians "know", according to Braudel. That is indeed the "knowledge" of the European historians who themselves "invented" history and then put it to good use. There is not even an inkling of suspicion that it may have been the other way around, that maybe it was the world that made Europe.

Sí, odio todo esto, todo eso, todo. Y lo odio porque lucho por conseguirlo, unas veces puedo vencer, otras no. Por eso lo odio, porque lucho por su compañía. Lo odio porque odiar es querer y aprender a amar. ¿Me entienden? Lo odio, porque no he aprendido a amar, y necesito de eso. Por eso, odio a todo el mundo, no dejo de odiar a nadie, a nada... a nada, a nadie, ¡sin excepción!.

The unsayable! It was mysteriously linked, I now understood, to the essential. The essential was unsayable. Incommunicable. And everything in the world that tortured me with its silent beauty, everything that needed no words, seemed to be essential. The unsayable was essential.

Life takes its path and sometimes there are people to blame. Of course there are bad people in this world. Good, bad, it happens unfortunately. But in a way I think if there was more focus on the good, more good would happen.

The actual explosives are the slower developments, like an increasing world population, increased industrialization, climate change, and so forth.

As the concert goers left the hall, the music of the end of the world still ringing in their ears, they filed out past children dressed in their Hitler Youth uniforms who had been assigned to helpfully hold out baskets filled with cyanide capsules for the crowd.

Still, there is something disappearing from the world, something composed of many instances of tradition and skill, or maybe not disappearing, but translating. Maybe culture, like physical matter, doesn't disappear, but is subject to infinite play, and th e world is a vast workshop for making and remaking everything, including people, and the engine of play is desire…

We should not minimize our sacred endeavors in this world, where, like faint glimmers in the dark, we have emerged....

Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.

Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.

art must must carry man's craving for the ideal, must be an expression of his reaching out towards it; that art must give man hope and faith. And the more hopeless the world in the artist's version, the more clearly perhaps must we see the ideal that stands in opposition - otherwise life becomes impossible! Art symbolises the meaning of our existence.

With every fragment of rock that fall from me, I can hear the voice of Marianne Engle. I love you. Aishiteru. Ego amo te. Ti amo. Eg elska pig. Ich liebe dich. It is moving across time, coming to me in every language of the world, and it sounds like pure love.