Quotes About Solidity

Solidity, indeed becomes the pen Of him that writes things divine to men;

Viewed from a distance, his character projected an impression of solidity and wholeness which was in fact as insubstantial as a hologram; up close, he was all motes and light, you could pass your hand right through him. If you stepped back far enough, however, the illusion would click in again and there he would be, bigger than life, squinting at you from behind his little glasses and raking back a dank lock of hair with one hand.

even when I couldn't see it I liked knowing it was there for the depth and solidity it gave things, the reinforcement to infrastructure, an invisible, bedrock rightness that reassured me just as it was reassuring to know that far away, whales swam untroubled in Baltic waters and monks in arcane time zones chanted ceaselessly for the salvation of the world.

I never took it out...though even when I couldn't see it I liked knowing it was there for the depth and solidity it gave things, the reinforcement to infrastructure, an invisible, bedrock rightness that reassured me just as it was reassuring to know that far away, whales swam untroubled in Baltic waters and monks in arcane time zones chanted ceaselessly for the salvation of the world.

Je respire comme une pierre

Similarly, in A Philosophical Enquiry into Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful, Burke depicted the investigation of the springs and the tracing of the courses of the passions as part of a larger search into 'the general scheme of things', in so far as the goal was to reduce the complex to 'utmost simplicity', and thus 'communicate to the taste a sort of philosophical solidity'.

boy. I have a shallow, pyrotechnic, unchanging brilliance with which I awe the peasants, but there is no solidity, no basic texture, hence no capacity for creative growth.

Faith is like the Himalaya mountains which cannot possibly change.

Nothing but Christian faith gives to the furthest future the solidity and definiteness which it must have if it is to be a breakwater for us against the fluctuating sea of present cares and thoughts.

My eyes are like diamonds there always shining, My Heart is solid it shall not break. My mind is open it will never close! You can't destroy me no matter what you know.

He did not gleam like gold. He was not polished and perfect. But he was the same all the way through, like a block of marble cut whole from a quarry P.196

Diana Rigg is built like a brick mausoleum with insufficient flying buttresses.

They are solid, real. I am an object, useful but hollow. The absence of thought fills me up.

Nature is the primordial--that is, the nonconstructed, the noninstituted; hence the idea of an eternity of nature (the eternal return), of a solidity. Nature is an enigmatic object, an object that is not an object at all; it is not really set out in front of us. It is our soil --not what is in front of us, facing us, but rather, that which carries us.

Oh," every stair creaked faintly, "I ought to have been marble!

Every time a strong wind blows, every sand and dust yearns for being a solid rock and every solid rock longs for flying with the wind!

What are the options then? Immerse yourself in a regular job of work which will give you the illusion of solidity and safety through activity, so that you are prevented from ever having to address the real issues of your life...In this sense activity is the soul's worst enemy and should be avoided.

The drive to make everything lightweight is depriving us of the the deep reassurance of heft.

When I write things down, I own them. They're no longer hanging in mid-air like cartoon bubbles or wisps of smoke. They're made real. Solid. Conversation doesn't last. Spoken words fade. We stop listening. Forget.

It was a light which gave solidity to everything and drew colour out from the heart of objects.

The stairs were steel-reinforced slabs of concrete, worn down by years of foot traffic, each step canted a slightly different angle from its neighbours. I like that. I liked things that had been solidly made and that wore the evidence of hard use, of survival.

She liked the feel of him. He was clever, but straight-grained. Sound as an oak staff.

Commitment holds a solid, grounding energy that provides stability and structure to our lives.

The author explores the result of endless choice. It is not only overload, but a profound loss of unity, solidity, and coherence in life.