Quotes About Whim

Susan adored her and worshiped her style, / Loved her pronouncements of perfect and vile, / Loved the sheer whim, the madcap willy-nillyness / And how deeply seriously Nonnie took her own silliness

It was not that authority came without crushing weight, just that the alternative was living at another's whim.

You don't need a reason for doing everything in life,do it because you want to, because its fun because its make you really really happy.

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute.

We walk in circles, so limited by our own anxieties that we can no longer distinguish between true and false, between the gangster's whim and the purest ideal

Societies in which most people depend for most of their goods and services on the personal whim, kindness, or skill of another are called underdeveloped, while those in which living has been transformed into a process of ordering from an all-encompassing store catalogue are called advanced.

when you think about the history of liberty. It's the story of how principle has gradually been elevated above the whim of tyrants. When the law was defined as more powerful than the king, that was one great breakthrough.

A 'whim' is a desire experienced by a person who does not know and does not care to discover its cause.

Similarly, a little later on, the author will point out to us, among the crowd he describes, a "reactionary." That is common enough designation today. But here, I ask Mr. Flaubert again: "A reactionary? How can you recognize one at a distance? Who told you? How do you know about it?" The author evidently is amusing himself, and all these characteristics are invented on a whim.

Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while

to found a new home in the western continent beyond the ocean, a new fatherland free from tyranny . . . guided by firm convictions and upright motives, not by the whim of the moment.

fear alone, shaped by capricious whim, would never foster loyalty.

Obsession is, in any case, the premonition of the existence of an individual language, an irreproducible language through the attentive use of which we will be able to uncover the truth. We must follow this premonition into regions that to others might seem absurd and mad. I don't know why this language of truth sounds angelic to some, while to others it changes into mathematical signs or notations. But there are also those to whose whim it speaks in a very strange way.

Once you've given in to that whim, your destiny is decided. There's no such thing as 'seeing what happens' in this life. To do something just to see what happens is exactly the same as just plain doing it.

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.

Everything here is a small offense and not of value as art or confession. It is not a whim. It is an attempt to peel another putrid skin.