Quotes About Form

Nothing is really lost or can be lost, No birth, identity, form--no object of the world, Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing... The body, sluggish, aged , cold--the embers left from early fires, ...shall duly flame again

We are to blame if reality does not take the form we desire. Whatever we have not desired with sufficient strength, that we call nonexistent. Desire it, imbrue it with your blood, your sweat, your tears, and it will take on a body. Reality is nothing more than the chimera subjected to our desire and our suffering.

I do not pretend to know the answer to this question. But it seems clear that unless there is, in some form, a positive answer, the chances for a truly democratic revolution that will achieve the humanistic ideals of the left are not great.

Our purest joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy. The joy you feel when a limousine turns the wrong way down a one-way street.

A rock is a rock," he says, "but a square rock is a blessing.

Next you will assume the position we call kneel forward. Keeping your legs spread wide, you basically assume a plank pose, but remain on your knees. It can be challenging to hold for an extended period of time.

Claude Royet-Journoud

Man is subordinate to certain absolute values; there is no delight in the human form leading to its natural reproduction; it is always distorted to fit the more abstract forms which convey intense religious emotion.

Ullmann had once written that the secret of every work of art was the annihilation of matter through form.

Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.

a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.

I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.

Other worshipful objects were content with worship; men, women, God, all let one kneel prostrate; but this form, were it only the shape of a white lampshade looming on a wicker table, roused one to perpetual combat, challenged one to a fight in which one was bound to be worsted.

They neither work nor weep; in their shape is their reason.

I have tried to teach you to read books for the sake of their form, their visions, their art. I have tried to teach you to feel a shiver of artistic satisfaction, to share not the emotions of the people in the book but the emotions of its author — the joys and difficulties of creation. We did not talk around books, about books; we went to the center of this or that masterpiece, to the live heart of the matter.

Yet I have known madness not only in the guise of an evil shadow. I have seen it also as a flash of delight so rich and shattering that the very absence of an immediate object on which it might settle was to me a form of escape.

One must take human form to engage in human affairs. It was difficult.

She was like a wounded animal, he thought, looking at her. Fear and pain were in every line of her—in the taut stillness of her form and in her watchful, wary stare. She wanted to be alone, to lick her wounds, and though she'd been that way all along, he couldn't let her stay that way.

Admittedly, it's a little crazy. Grand, infinite God taking on the squalling form of a human baby boy. It's what some of the old-timers call a scandal, the scandal of the Gospel. But it is also the whole point.

I looked up "skin" in the encyclopedia and confirmed that, sure enough, it is the human body's largest organ, a fact that suggests our surfaces are critical to who we are, not just the gateway to physical or spiritual depths but a profoundly important web of cells that, in protecting us, gives us form and function.

Do not imagine the Aeons in a human form, for they are whirling energy vortices. Some Gnostics speak of them in terms of numbers and sounds.

Each Name can be thought of as a bi-unity: first, an uncreated Lord and second, a created vassal or servant. The uncreated Lord may be thought of as the Angel of the Eternal Hexeity of the Eternal Individuality of a given individual's being. The created individual or servant is seen as an epiphanized form of the uncreated Lord. As the Murid follows the way of Truth Without Form, he or she becomes aware of his or her own eternal individuality ('ayn thabita).

If you are wearing a gold necklace do I say 'Please remove the necklace, so I may see the gold?' I can't see the gold without seeing the necklace, and I can't see the necklace without seeing the gold. There are multitudes of gold jewelry in the world, but there is only one substance 'Gold.' All the gold jewelry comes from this one substance, the jewelry takes many forms and shapes, but they all arise out of this one substance — gold.

A poem only becomes poetry when its structure is made not of words but forces.