Quotes About World

There is nothing so banal in the world,' said Ada 'than pitching stones at a hawfinch.

I am here through an error—not in this prison, specifically—but in this whole terrible, striped world; a world which seems not a bad example of amateur craftsmanship, but is in reality calamity, horror, madness, error—and look, the curio slays the tourist, the gigantic carved bear brings its wooden mallet down upon me.

It stood to reason that if the evil designer – the destroyer of minds, the friend of fever – had concealed the key of the pattern with such monstrous care, that key must be as precious as life itself and, when found, would regain for Timofey Pnin his everyday health, his everyday world

In this wrought-iron world of criss-cross cause and effect, could it be that the hidden throb I stole from them did not affect their future?

I may, if I am lucky, tap the deep pathos that pertains to all authentic art because of the breach between its eternal values and the sufferings of a muddled world -- this world, indeed, can hardly be blamed for regarding literature as a luxury or a toy unless it can be used as an up-to-date guidebook.

Then it was that books began to happen to me, and I began to believe in nothing but books and the wonderful world in books where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas.

To sit and dream, to sit and read, To sit and learn about the world Outside our world of here and now-- Our problem world-- To dream of vast horizons of the soul Through dreams made whole, Unfettered, free--help me! All you who are dreamers, too, Help me to make Our world anew. I reach out my dreams to you.

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamers, Bring me all of your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

I am so tired of waiting. Aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind ?

I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I am so tired of waiting. Aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife and cut the world in two— and see what worms are eating at the rind.

By accident of fortune a man may rule the world for a time, but by virtue of love he may rule the world forever.

He who loves the world as his body may be entrusted with the empire.

Learning builds daily accumulation, but the prictice of Tao builds daily simplification. Simplify and simplify, until all contamination from relative, contridictory thinking is eliminated. Then one does nothing, yet nothing is left undone. One who wins the world does so by not meddling with it. One who meddles with the world loses it.

So," he said, "you really think having archangels string you up by your halo is worth saving this Harvester chick?" "She saved the world" Wraith shrugged. "So did I, but I don't see you offering up your holy ass to save me." "Are you suffering unspeakable horrors at the hands of Satan?" "No," Wraith said, "but sometimes I have to eat the hospital cafeteria food.

Who loves the world? The sleeper does

This is a silly place. Half the world has no clean water. The other half has so much that they pooh in it.

But writers experience the world and themselves in a unique way. We look for meaning. We see it even when we are not paying attention, which is seldom because, as writers, paying attention is what we do. We are scribes to the ticking of the days, and we have a job to do. We are not at peace unless we are doing it.

The world won't change for the better unless we trust people, trust is vital to a peaceful world.

If you do your research on hot springs all over the world, they're usually places of peace. People, even in warring nations and so forth, they'll go and live in peace together around the hot springs, which were always considered medicinal. I firmly believe in water therapy.

Major success feels a bit like a coronation. Like I'd become a king. I was one of the most famous people in the world, loved and hated in equal measure. I couldn't see anything bad with it. It made me a happy person.

We're all going to go crazy, living this epidemic every minute, while the rest of the world goes on out there, all around us, as if nothing is happening, going on with their own lives and not knowing what it's like, what we're going through. We're living through war, but where they're living it's peacetime, and we're all in the same country.

While he fucked the Slave, hoping all the while that Master would watch only and not give vent, Fred attempted to remember his decisions: Had he not decided to write about a Voyage of Discovery into this World in which he lived? This Faggot World.

The moment of writing is not an escape...it is only an insistence, through the imagination, upon human ecstasy, and a reminder that such ecstasy remains as much a birthright in this world as misery remains a condition of it.