Quotes About World

while time, the endless idiot, runs screaming around the world

Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen.

Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was the symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen.

The world is certainty a sudden place.

The world that jibes your tenderness Jails your lust.

The whole world was this music and she could not listen hard enough.

The heart must have something to rest upon, and if it is not God, it will be the world.

The world was an awful place, too awful to live in, if people could kill a President so easily.

It doesn't matter where you are in the world because it's about where you are up here,' she touched the side of her head lightly. 'It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination and memories. I'm happy up here,' she tapped her temple again and smiled, 'and because of that I'm happy up here too.' She held out her arms and displayed the countryside around her....

But it's a beautiful summer and it doesn't feel quite right. The atmosphere doesn't suit the mood, there's the sound of children's laughter floating up from the beach down below, there are birds singing and dancing around the sky, swooping low and catching their fresh meals from the sea. It doesn't feel right to love the world and see such brightness when something so awful has happened.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

if you're out to change the world, you're bound to make some people angry. That's OK as long as your intentions are right. Don't be a jerk about it, but don't tiptoe around always playing it conservative either.

I do not sculpt and paint to make the world sacred. I sculpt and paint to give permanence to my feelings about how terrible the world truly is. Nothing is real to me except my own feelings; nothing is true except my own feelings as I see them all around me in my sculptures and paintings. I know these feelings are true, because if they were not true they would make art that is as terrible as the world.

Without the future there is no present," my father is saying. "Without the future there can be no hope for redemption, and without hope for redemption there is nothing. A man must plan for the future." Max smiles politely. That is the sort of talk, he once told me, he used to get from his own father. "They talk about redeeming the world for the future," Max said. "I have more modest goals. I wish only to redeem a canvas for today.

It's my world, best friend. And I haven't seen anything outside that's better.

It's not a pretty world, Papa." "I've noticed," my father said softly.

Oh, if I could paint this, I thought. Ribbono Shel Olom, if I could paint this world, this clean world of rain and patterns on glass, and trees on my street, and people beneath the trees. I would even paint and draw pain and suffering if I could paint and draw the other, too. I would paint the rain as tears and I would paint the rain as waters of purification. What do they want from me? Ribbono Shel Olom, it's Your gift. Why don't You show them it's Your gift?

The tiny color planes in the Cézanne, like the pieces of a riddle, exquisitely explored, investigated, probed, resolved, each daub of color another piece of his answer to the greatest riddle of all: how we see and think the world.

And in that silence he began to hear the world crying.' - Chaim Potok, The Chosen

A chi servono le storie di un ennesimo ebreo? Servono a me. Senza storie non esiste nulla. Le storie sono la memoria del mondo. Senza storie il passato viene cancellato.

We have our faith. We have our work. Our work is to bring God into this world. Look what has been done to this world and its people in this Godless century. It is a horror. Our task is to redeem this horror. We cannot redeem it by offering people ambiguity." "I try to redeem it through my art." "An artist redeems through his art?" He seemed astonished by that idea. "Acts redeem, Asher. Acts." "Art is also acts.

Our tainted world looms within us, every one.

The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.

In the world I lived in, the world of human people, there were ties and debts and consequences and good deeds. That was what bound people to society; maybe that was what constituted society. And I tried to live in my little niche in it the best way I could.