Quotes About World

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting out there was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world. We don't live with the mechanical precision of a bank account or by measuring all our lines and angles with rulers and protractors.

Once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality.

The world [...] an endless battle of contrasting memories.

Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?

Why a unicorn? Maybe the unicorn, too, is one of the Men Without Women. I mean, I've never seen a unicorn couple. He -- it has to be a he, right? -- is always alone, sharp horn thrust toward the sky. Maybe we should adopt him as the symbol of Men Without Women, of the loneliness we carry as our burden. Perhaps we should sew unicorn badges on our breast pockets and hats, and quietly parade down streets all over the world. No music, no flags, no ticker tape. Probably.

The world is a metaphor, Kafka Tamura.

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be, But it would't be make-believe if you believed in me

Compared to the complexity of the universe, this world of ours is like the brain of a worm.

It was the first time he had seen her smile. It was the faintest of smiles, yet he felt the tides start to shift all over the world. He knew it was happening.

El mundo no se pone patas arriba tan fácilmente. Las que están patas arribas son las personas.

I don't know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I'm pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.

But utopias don't exist, of course, anywhere in any world. Like alchemy or perpetual motion.

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

Kindness was one of the things presently (or permanently) in short supply in the world.

If you gathered together all the shades of blue in the world and picked the bluest, the epitome of blue, this was the color you would choose.

Things change everyday. With each new dawn, it is not the same world as before. And you're not the same person you were either.

This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

As he made his morning coffee, Tengo found himself silently wishing that this peaceful time could go on forever. If he said it aloud, some keen-eared demon somewhere might overhear him. And so he kept his wish for continued tranquility to himself. But things never go the way you want them to, and this was no exception. The world seemed to have a better sense of how you wanted things not to go.

Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr Wind-up Bird? They're nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts.

In the darkness, I returned to that small world of hers.

Somos seres imperfectos que vivimos en un mundo imperfecto