Quotes About World

I was suddenly aware, almost in a panic – a joyful panic – of the wealth of possibility out in the world, and also within myself. My

There are the social struggles, and the agonies and embarrassments of puberty... and the weight of the world that falls upon each of us in varying degrees, as we finally relinquish childhood's clouds in glory to live, ever after, in our earthly realm

But we don't really know anything at all, except how the story should go, and we make believe it's our story, hoping everything will turn out okay. The difference is that onstage, or in a film, we acknowledge the artifice, we accept that we've made a world that excludes what we ignore. Like gods, we invent a world that makes sense.

If I resist the stars and nature, I'll be nothing but a sinner, doing a harm against Heaven. But, if destiny doesn't change…the world will become a living hell. And even so, I still wish for the next Lord Ashura…my son to be born.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

There have been times when only a hair's-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the horror- blackened memories which I have carried so long, were never meant to be borne by the human intellect.

Data is always an abstraction of reality based on underlying assumptions as to how to categorize the unstructured phenomena of the real world.

The most calamitous failures of prediction usually have a lot in common. We focus on those signals that tell a story about the world as we would like it to be, not how it really is.

One theme common to all of these failures, however, is that the decisions that led to failure were made when the leaders in question were widely regarded as among the best companies in the world.

I dream a world . . . where every man is free . . . And joy, like a pearl, attends the needs of all mankind . . .

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

Then we realized that your Kind like to make laws. Like to decree what's what, and whether it's good or not. And the world, being a loving thing, and not wishing to disappoint you or distress you, indulges you. Behaves as though your doctrines are in some way absolute.

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

She had witnessed in nauseating detail how the human world worked: its rituals of comfort (television, food, religion); its appetite for poison (television, food, religion); and for the monstrous edifices of desire (television, food, religion): she understood them all.

The World-Soul is sick, Harry, crazy-sick. And if we don't each do our part and try to get to the root of its pain and burn it out, then everything is for nothing.

The things I will invent will be, I suspect, mundane by comparison with the truth. And as I said, it's my intention that you should not know the difference. I plan to interweave the elements of my story so cunningly that you'll cease to even care whether an event happened out there in the same world where you walk, or in here, in the head of a crippled man who will never again move from his stepmother's house.

tonight they all wished they could cut from their mind's configuration the part that knew—had always known, since infancy—that the great wound of the world was deepening, day on day, and they had no choice but feel the hurt as if it was their own, which of course in part it was.

Nothing is fixed. In and out the shuttle goes fact and fiction, mind and matter, woven into patterns that may have only this in common: that hidden amongst them is a filigree which will with time become a world.

was enough to know they had no Devil on their backs. Just old humanity, cheated of love, and ready to pull down the world on its head.

Well, I am denying it. You think the world revolves around sex. It's pathetic.

What time didn't steal from under your nose, circumstance did. It was useless to hope otherwise. Useless to dream that the world somehow meant you good.

I was watching the power at work behind the face of the world. What I had always assumed to be a calamitous unseen war, waged in sky and rock and on occasion invading your human world, was not a bloody battle, with legions slaughtering one another; it was this endless fish-market bartering.

there is evil in this world. And all it takes for it to triumph is for good people to do nothing.

No offense, Sandecker said equably. I have a sinking feeling, if you'll pardon the pun, that my lack of faith is going to cost me a case of Robert Mondavi Chardonnay 1984. 1981, Silverstein said, grinning. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a schmuck with good taste. Think how common the world would be without us.