Quotes About Coin

The judiciary is such a coin that has justice and injustice at its two sides. Accordingly, one, who wins, feels justice; whereas, one, who loses, feels injustice. Consequently, it remains just the force of a consensus; however, not proper justice.

Where was the threshold, between the inner world and the outer one? We each move unthinkingly through this gateway every day, we use the passwords of grammar-- I say, you say, he and she, it, on the other hand, does not say --paying for the privilege of sanity with common coin, with meanings we've agreed on.

Drink and dissipation had done their work on the coin-clean profile and now it was no longer the head of a young pagan prince on new-minted gold but a decadent, tired Caesar on copper debased by long usage.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.

Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.

Barbed banter was the coin of their realm and heartfelt admissions of affection were rejected out of hand as counterfeit.

Who is it that does not voluntarily exchange his health, his repose, and his very life for reputation and glory? The most useless, frivolous, and false coin that passes current among us.

No, I will drag you to the Thames and throw you in. Let the watermen fish you out. They will if you offer them enough coin." He swallowed. "You are mad enough to do it." "I am. If I discover that you have spoken to her of this matter in any way, I advise you to dress in the suit you most wish to ruin.

A flip of some giant coin and he was the loser.

Fire, slavery, cloth, coin, and stone - these are the basis of civilized life. Sometimes it happens that one or another of them gets hopelessly involved in the most basic appetites of a woman or a man. There are people I have met in my travels who cannot eat food unless it has been held long over fire; and there are others, like me, who cannot love without some mark of possession. Both, no doubt, seem squally strange and incomprehensible to you, 'ey, barbarian?

The smell of roasting meat rose from the street stalls in a sizzle and a fiddle player begged for coin as he rasped a haunting melody. Life could not be more perfect.

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

We take fortuitous resemblences among us to be actual likeness, because those around us have also fallen heir to the same customs, trade in the same coin, acknowledge, more or less, the same notions of decency and sanity. But all that really just allows us to coexist with the inviolable, untraversable, and utterly vast spaces between us.

We take fortuitous resemblances among us to be actual likeness, because those around us have also fallen heir to the same customs, trade in the same coin, acknowledge, more or less, the same notions of decency and sanity. But all that really just allows us to coexist with the inviolable, untraversable, and utterly vast spaces between us.

Even theological works can be read spiritually, once one has achieved enough proficiency. Theology and spirituality make up two sides of the same coin. They are different ways of attending to the same reality.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded,But must be current, and the good thereofConsists in mutual and partaken bliss.

Heh. Deny it all you want, colonel. At heart, we're both flip sides of the same coin: wolves who don't fit in the pack.

A concubine entices a man for the evening in exchange for coin," Stella mused. "A lady is supposed to entice a man as well, and she doesn't even get paid for it.

I think it's easy to see with the existence of these forms, the intermixing of prose and poetry, that they are really two sides of the same coin and that one doesn't do well without something of the other. Prose falls flat on its face without incorporating the dance of poetry and poetry has no voice without the narrative touch of prose.

Your heart—as you call it—and hers are alike, after all: they are like mine, like everyone's. They resemble nothing so much as those meters you will find on gas-pipes: they only perk up and start pumping when you drop coins in.

My hair, after all, turned out quite ordinary. My face was a commonplace face. I could pick a plain lock, I could cut a plain key; I could bounce a coin and say, from the ring, if the coin were good or bad.—But anyone can do those things, who is taught them.

A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum.

Life is a value to be bought and thinking is the only coin noble enough to buy it.