Quotes About World

One might wonder what use 'opening up possibilities' finally is, but no one who has understood what it is to live in the social world as what is 'impossible', illegible, unrealizable, unreal, and illegitimate is likely to pose that question.

He sugerido que los muros de la academia deben de ser porosos, y que en la misma medida en que las instituciones académicas se vuelcan hacia adentro para refinar sus disciplinas y ámbitos de estudio, deben también volverse hacia el mundo público, y asumir que se sitúan ya siempre en el seno de ese mundo.

But I am the greatest sister in the history of the world.

People say I've made a living travelling the world, but that's not quite right. I like to think instead that I've made a living 'writing' the world - in notebooks, on laptops, phones and postcards, the backs of lunch receipts, and the edges of maps and tourist brochures.

Westerners do not understand that when it comes to the Muslim world, even the most "moderate" of Muslims, if they are religious, all believe in the coming of the Mahdi and the establishment of the Caliphate to rule the entire Globe by changing world laws to adapt the Islamic Sharia. The coming of the Mahdi to religious Muslims is as holy of a belief as the coming of Messiah is to Christians and Jews.

Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world.

When a majority will desire a world without such discord, they will create such a world.

Anyone who reads, even one from the remote Southwest at the far end of an attenuated tradition, is to some extent a citizen of the world, and I had been a hungry reader all my life.

The clear lesson of New England's history is that when there are not enough suitable men around to run the world, women are perfectly capable of doing so.

All the little Indians in a half circle around Aunt Emily are getting an imprinting that will last for life. The sound of her voice reading will condition how they look upon themselves and the world. It will become part of the loved ambience of Battell Pond, a glint in the chromatic wonder of childhood. These small sensibilities will never lose the images of dark woods and bright lake. Nature to them will always be beneficent and female.

The humble are they that move about the world with the lure of the real in their hearts.

Thus the theory of description matters most.It is the theory of the word for thoseFor whom the word is the making of the world,The buzzing world and lisping firmament.It is a world of words to the end of it,In which nothing solid is its solid self.

What makes the poet the potent figure that he is, or was, or ought to be, is that he creates the world to which we turn incessantly and without knowing it and that he gives to life the supreme fictions without which we are unable to conceive of it.

The world is a force, not a presence.

Light the first light of evening, as in a roomIn which we rest and, for small reason, thinkThe world imagined is the ultimate good.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, became the self That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we, As we beheld her striding there alone, Knew that there never was a world for her Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one's desire Is too difficult to tell from despair.

Secret Man" The sounds of rain on the roof Are like the sound of doves. It is long since there have been doves On any house of mine. It is better for me In the rushes of autumn wind To embrace autumn, without turning To remember summer. Besides, the world is a tower. Its winds are blue. The rain falls at its base, Summers sink from it.

The magnificent cause of being— The imagination, the one reality In this imagined world— Leaves you With him for whom no phantasy moves, And you are pierced by a death.

The soul, he said, is composed Of the external world. There are men of the East, he said, Who are the East. There are men of a province Who are that province. There are men of a valley Who are that valley.

In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.

It was a matter of perspective, I began to see. The whole world was crazy; I'd flattered myself by assuming I was a semifinalist." -- Dolores Price

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