Quotes About World

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.

Even a soul submerged in sleep is hard at work and helps make something of the world.

Inasmuch as art preserves, with the promise of happiness, the memory of the goal that failed, it can enter, as a 'regulative idea,' the desperate struggle for changing the world. Against all fetishism of the productive forces, against the continued enslavement of individuals by the objective conditions (which remain those of domination), art represents the ultimate goal of all revolutions: the freedom and happiness of the individual.

How will you find eternal life To bring back to your friend? He pondered busily, as if It were just a matter of getting down to work Or making plans for an excursion. Then he relaxed, as if there were no use In this reflection. I would grieve At all that may befall you still If I did not know you must return And bury your own loss and build Your world anew with your own hands. I envy you your freedom.

The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools.

And yet, strange to say, now that the truth [of natural selection] is recognized by most cultivated people...now more than ever, in the history of the world, are they doing all they can to further the survival of the unfittest.

Kiedy przywo?ujesz demona, dajesz mu sposobno?? wp?ywania na wydarzenia w twoim ?wiecie. Pomniejsze demony po prostu wyrz?dz? szkody, ale wi?ksze potrafi? by? subtelniejsze. I gro?niejsze.

the great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open...

Thought he, it's a wicked world in all meridians; I'll die a pagan.

Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage. But in pursuit of those far mysteries we dream of, or in tormented chase of the demon phantom that, some time or other, swims before all human hearts; while chasing such over this round globe, they either lead us on in barren mazes or midway leave us whelmed.

Money, you think, is the sole motive to pains and hazard, deception and devilry, in this world. How much money did the devil make by gulling Eve?

The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invoked for favorable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.

Seldom have I known any profound being that had anything to say to this world, unless forced to stammer out something by way of getting a living. Oh! happy that the world is such an excellent listener!

Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world.

Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

It's a mutual, joint-stock world, all meridians. We cannibals must help these Christians.

That mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true — not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon's, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. "All is vanity." ALL. This wilful world hath not got hold of unchristian Solomon's wisdom yet.

But this whole world is a preposterous one, with many preposterous people in it.

I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere; if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.

To insure the greatest efficiency in the dart, the harpooners of this world must start to their feet from out of idleness, and not from out of toil.

What could be more full of meaning?—for the pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invoked for favourable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.