Quotes About Realm

A what? (Fang) Badass demon with a superiority complex who picks his teeth with bones of infants. Let's just keep it simple and say he's a demon I want out of the human realm. ASAP. (Thorn)

Um, Galen . . . This one is leaking.Styxx Galen laughed. Danae cried out in horror. am so sorry, Highness! I-- Bah, Galen scoffed, interrupting her. Not the worst that boy's had on him, is it, young prince? Definitely not. But . . . He passed Elpis back to Galen. I fear I have no experience with this realm of domesticity. I've never even seen a pana, never mind tried to apply one to such a small person.

Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song. Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days, be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

they don't share." In the alien realm "nobody's in their own world and "everybody knows everything. There are no secrets." I asked him about himself. "I'm one of them," he said, but in his human identity he imposes limits on his ability to love and share because of "my own ignorance.

this?" he asked. "Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?" It was the last three words that made Will smile. "We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger or a knight of the realm," he said. "But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

The Surrealism movement, our professor explained, was inspired by Freud's concept of the uncanny, the dreadful double. According to Freud, doubling creates meaning. Doubling turns sounds into words; a baby first speaks by turning ma into mama, pa into papa. But when a double appears uninvited—the buried object returns—it brings us into the realm of the uncanny. We watch dead things wake up. And we are afraid.

He was in there-all his ghosts and legends, all the twisted Gothic nonsense out of which he'd built a realm in the long dreaming time when the broken world orbited the shipwreck stars.

Regrettable," Salisbury said. "Truly regrettable. But I need them more than I need Marlowe, Master Shakespeare, for the next month or so. Conspiracies are useful-a force that may be directed to profitable service, like a waterfall through a millwheel, but I learned well from my father that they must not be plucked before they are ripe. I mean to use these conspiracies as he would, to secure the future of the realm.

If, indeed, there be any one circle of thought distinctly and palpably marked out from amid the jarring and tumultuous chaos of human intelligence, it is that evergreen and radiant Paradise which the true poet knows, and knows alone, as the limited realm of his authority—as the circumscribed Eden of his dreams.

The system of logic is the realm of shadows, the world of simple essentialities, freed of all sensuous concretion. To study this science, to dwell and to labor in this realm of shadows, is the absolute culture and discipline of consciousness.

from the chalice of this realm of spirits foams forth Him his own infinitude.

The spirit has actuality, and the individuals are its accidents. Thus, there are always only two possible viewpoints in the ethical realm: either one starts from substantiality, or one proceeds atomistically and moves upward from the basis of individuality [Einzelheit]. This latter viewpoint excludes spirit, because it leads only to an aggregation, whereas spirit is not something individual [nichts Einzelnes] but the unity of the individual and the universal.

I'm not the first person to have discovered evidence that consciousness exists beyond the body. Brief, wonderful glimpses of this realm are as old as human history.

My other treasure was my virginity, and I'd thought of selling it too, years back, to the steward's hunchback son. I had refrained, holding out -I told myself- for a higher bidder. Now I fancied myself ruler of an impregnable realm.

And that's what we're truly longing for. On those weekends when we're suddenly gripped with the urge to watch all three extended editions of The Lord of the Rings, what we really want, deep down inside (besides therapy), is the assurance that there is a realm someplace where evil has been conquered once and for all.

The problem of Eternity, of which the face of the Sphinx speaks, takes us into the realm of the impossible. Even the problem of Time is simple in comparison with the problem of Eternity.

In the deregulated realm of US banking and finance, crime does occasionally pay for its foul deeds, not in prison time but by making modest rebates to the victims.

Nothing matters at all. Survival is the coin of the realm. Time is a river with banks.

And something else, of course; there's always more, deep in art's pockets, far down in the chiaroscuro on which these foodstuffs rest: everything here has been transformed into feeling, as if by looking very hard at an object it suddenly comes that much closer to some realm where it isn't a thing at all but something just on the edge of dissolving. Into what? Tears, gladness—you've felt like this before, haven't you? Taken far inside.

By writing quotes...I mark a trail of my soul's journey in this realm.

Imagination is the connecting line that connects humanity to the other realm to tap from its abundance.

Relationship tiesheart of two souls eager to fly freely soaring to sky featsin full-fledged wingsunrestrained passionsto a realm in whichboth remain invisible.

There's a rich irony, in other words, in the insistence that magical thinking is less useful than scientific thinking, because magical thinking is exactly the form of human thought that deals with the realm of motivations, values, and goals that scientific thinking handles so poorly.