Quotes About Devoid

China once again disgusts the world, portraying the image of a cruel, perverted people devoid of any feelings towards animals.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

Politics is largely governed by sententious platitudes which are devoid of truth

Petty thievery is a more profitable job than pool hustling, which it resembles, requires far less talent and training, and is equally devoid of promise.

A large section of the intelligentsia seems wholly devoid of intelligence.

A central failure of the "mind as a computational system" theory is that computations, per se, are devoid of meaning.

Experience is devoid of the cherry-picking that we find in studies, particularly those called "observational," ones in which the researcher finds past patterns, and, thanks to the sheer amount of data, can therefore fall into the trap of an invented narrative.

The three most important events of human life are equally devoid of reason: birth, marriage and death.

The day, like the previous days, dragged sluggishly by in a kind of insipid idleness, devoid even of that dreamy expectancy which can make idleness so enchanting.

Superstitions and belief in magic are perennial in just the same way as religion, and something near to being universal among mankind; and why this is so may be interesting, but in most cases the beliefs themselves are devoid of interesting content, at least to me.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

A person however learned and qualified in his life's work in whom gratitude is absent, is devoid of that beauty of character which makes personality fragrant.

A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which we realize that we are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how we express the anxiety we feel at this knowledge.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

for myself, the past per se holds little interest, and the present offers only the profound malaise of a culture increasingly devoid of the protocols of self-reflection.