Quotes About World

When you live in New York you often have the feeling that New York's not the world. I mean this. Every time I come home I feel like I'm coming back to the world. And when I leave Macomb it's like leaving the world. It's silly.

I mean this: every time I come home, I feel like I'm coming back to the world, and when I leave Macomb it's like leaving the world.

I must soon enter this world, where on its surface fragrant ladies rocked slowly, fanned gently, and drank cool water.

Mr. Raymond said, '... - you haven't seen enough of this world yet. You haven't even seen this town, but all you gotta do is step back inside the courthouse.

El amor es lo único de este mundo que es inequívoco. Hay distintas clases de amor, pero todas se sienten o no se sienten».

She was extravagant with her pity, and complacent in her snug world.

Americans] have realized many things for which the rest of the world is still struggling...[yet] the civilization and the morals of the Americans fall far below their own principles.

Always remember you have within you the strength, the patience and the passion to reach for the starts to change the world.

the biography of a childhood which necessarily is the biography of a place, a way of life gone forever out of the world.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.

Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn't make it a living breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody's reach. A place beyond the flow of time." - But there's no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I'm living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.

The world isn't that easily turned upside down, Haida replied. It's people who are turned upside down.

But still, Ayumi said, it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness. You may be right, Aomame said, But it's too late to trade it in for another one.

When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood.

Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece of shit. The assholes are earning their college credits and helping to create a society in their own disgusting image.

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But try as I might, nothing less facile came to mind.