Quotes About Nameless

The other sleepers lay calm and white in the starlight. There was something nameless in that canyon, and whether or not it was what the Indian embodied in the great Nonnezoshe . . . the truth was that there was a spirit.

A member of my family, who shall remain nameless, refers to all newborns as 'blobs'.

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

Dark, closed places like this make me uneasy. It is not the wild beasts or the idea of a lunatic with an ax. It is not facing my dreaded interior self. It is the informality, the thoughtlessness, the brooding wisdom, the endlessness, the closure of darkness. More than that, it is the thing in darkness I cannot name.

Nice, beautiful girls get bullied online because all it takes is one jerk with a log-in and a grudge to launch a vicious, nameless attack.

A lot of cop shows, because they have the restraints of having a new case every episode, the victims often become these kind of nameless, faceless plot points, and as an audience we don't feel anything for those people.

All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to but there was no place for that any more I have looked too and seen only the nameless hunger watching us out of the stars ancestor and the black fields —W.S. Merwin, "Night Wind" The Second Four Books of Poems . (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye—I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!

Sometimes a shadow rises, and death lies nameless in the dark.

The city outside there has no name yet, we don't know if it will remain outside the novel or whether the whole story will be contained within its inky blackness. I know only that this first chapter is taking a while to break free of the station and the bar: it is not wise for me to move away from here where they might still come looking for me, or for me to be seen by other people with this burdensome suitcase.

Most people think it's normal to have a nameless sorrow at the bottom of your soul.

The vast and terrible depth. "Of course," he said. "The inexhaustibility." "I understand." "The whole huge nameless thing." "Yes, absolutely." "The massive darkness." "Certainly, certainly." "The whole terrible endless hugeness." "I know exactly what you mean.

I went to him & put my Hand upon his Shoulder. Said he to me, "God forgive me. Her Name — I never knew her Name." Which meant not a Jot to me — and yet my Heart was the Thing that broke.

There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

So let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself - nameless unreasoning unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.

Whoever knows the world as something to be utilized knows God the same way. His prayers are a way of unburdening himself– and fall into the ears of the void. He– and not the 'atheist' who from the night and longing of his garret window addresses the nameless– is godless.

My desires dropped away. I didn't long for anything. I didn't even have a name. To put it romantically, I was completely free.

I don't know yet what we're called, or if we have a name. I know so little and need to learn so much. I'm many things, detective, and all of them love you.

I was born in a town that was straight out of a fairy tale. Many people died there, and when I walked away, I held hands with my other self. To me it seemed like we were the only two people in the world. Neither one of us possessed a real name. -Johan Liebert

This must be the sixth realm, the nameless void. Entropy is the only lord here. We will all bow down before him in the end.

A senseless and nameless brood, they were driven off the land.