Quotes About Unformed

Spirit, God, gathers unformed thoughts into their proper channels, and unfolds these thoughts, even as He opens the petals of a holy purpose in order that the purpose may appear.

Rien ne s'y trouve formé, parce que toutes les formes y sont possibles.

Unformed, monstrous, and perhaps unidentifiable, deconstruction has moved virally through fields beyond philosophy and theory. Derrida advanced its progress in architecture, art, politics and law. And especially, in literature…

The unformed is not worse than the over-formed. The former is nothing; the latter is mere appearance. Real form presupposes real life.

He's listening silently to his mother, leaning against the front doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets, his expression distant. Toby could be really good-looking, but he's got one of those beards. There are sexy beards and there are stupid beards, and his is stupid. It's so straggly and unformed, it makes me suck in breath. I mean, just trim it. Shape it. Do something with it….

This was men's moral code in the outer world, a code that told them to act on the premise of one another's weakness, deceit and stupidity, and this was the pattern of their lives, this struggle through a fog of the pretended and unacknowledged, this belief that facts are not solid or final, this state where, denying any form to reality, men stumble through life, unreal and unformed, and die having never been born.

The path to liberation lies in cultivating a more loving and realistic relationship with life, one that recognizes that there is no finish line, that we are all unformed.

Here we are in the century of information, that is to say the unformed. Every kind of literature will be journalistic, with a science for ballast.

expectations are dangerous when they are both high and unformed.

Expectations are dangerous when they are both too high and unformed.

I've had relationships with men who are simply not willing to change their lifestyle. That's fine if you're unformed as a woman and you're able to blend yourself into something that's a convenient vessel. It's hard once you become a mother, I'll tell you. Something changes.

Such arrogance. A right of youth, he supposes, a necessity. How else is it possible to face the terrifying void of your unformed self except by claiming absolute intelligence?