Quotes About Engagement

Es mío solamente aquello en lo que reconozco mi ser y no puedo reconocerlo sino ahí donde estoy comprometido; para que un objeto me pertenezca, es preciso que haya sido fundado por mí: no es totalmente mío si no lo he fundado en su totalidad. La única realidad que me pertenece enteramente es pues, mi acto.

Science condemns itself to failure when, yielding to the infatuation of the serious, it aspires to attain being, to contain it, and to possess it; but it finds its truth if it considers itself as a free engagement of thought in the given, aiming, at each discovery, not at fusion with the thing, but at the possibility of new discoveries; what the mind then projects is the concrete accomplishment of its freedom.

When a country has political parties, sooner or later it becomes impossible to intervene effectively in public affairs without joining a party and playing the game.

The highest ecstasy is the attention at its fullest.

Creative attention means really giving our attention to what does not exist. Humanity does not exist in the anonymous flesh lying inert by the roadside. The Samaritan who stops and looks gives his attention all the same to this absent humanity, and the actions which follow prove that it is a question of real attention.

The gospel crew could never consider their converts as human beings, like waiters or manicurists or brakemen, but they had in them such a professional interest as surgeons take in patients, critics in an author, fishermen in trout.

They had something to do. They could escape from themselves.

Ellen Whoozis, the cocktail-party queen, who writes the Necking Notes, is going to marry the religious editor!

Do you know, I had a feeling of leisure in France and in England. I felt there as though people made their jobs work for them; they didn't give up their lives to working for their jobs.

and every one desired to know of him only two things: Was this his first visit to England? and How long would he stay? And they didn't seem to care so very much about either. He wondered how many times he himself had asked foreign visitors to the Revelation plant--Britishers, Swedes, Germans, Frenchmen-- whether this was their first visit to America, and How long did they plan to stay?

Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson.

If you want to write good copy, you must be where the things are.

My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.

Tension produces instantaneous anxiety, and the reader finds it delicious.

be sure you don't stop the story while describing. You are a storyteller, not an interior decorator.

The more you engage with the outside world, the more you'll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You'll see that they're unfounded. You'll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat. They've already forgotten what happened. They don't think about it. There will have been five more sensations since your incident.

If I worked at White Globe Consulting, I wouldn't be able to do my job. I would spend all day texting the other people in the office, asking them what was going on today and had they heard anything new and what did they think was going to happen. Hmm. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not in an office job.

Men who want to get married propose. You don't need to read the signs. They propose and that's the sign.

Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.

They maintain this guilty, defiant refusal to engage: I know you're out there; I know it's awful and I'm safe inside, but I suffered too, so let me just read my Kindle without bloody guilt-tripping me, OK?

Trust Jess to get engaged all discreetly and not say a word. I'd have run straight in, saying, Guess what? Look at my pebble ring!

He said that he and Mum had often talked about the kind of man I would marry, and they'd always disagreed on everything except one thing - he'll have to be on his toes. Then he looked at Luke, who obligingly got up and turned a pirouette, and everyone roared with laughter.

Small talk depletes creativity. Social media stifles thought. Even choosing an outfit every morning is needless effort. So, for one week, we will let all that nonsense go. We will engage instead with big talk. Character. Plot.

I've lost it. The only thing in the world I wasn't supposed to lose. My engagement ring. To say this is a special ring is an understatement.