Quotes About West

Matrimony and monogamy have forever been linked with property and inheritance, the nuclear family, in the West, having been decided upon through trial and error as the most effective unit for preservation of both. In

Faced with the same reality, we in the West tend to opt for a stiff drink instead. But people will insist upon shooting us sideways glances and saying things like, "It's two o'clock in the afternoon!" and so we put down our glasses and sigh.

When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking.

I feel like it's not Africans who are afraid of China's rise in Africa. It's the West that's afraid of China's rise in Africa.

I run the 'Actors Studio' on the West Cost. I'm artistic director of that.

Bij de Zon, Maan en Sterren en de Gouden Appels van het Westen!

Pericles' Golden Age produced the flowering which would lead to Athens' place in history and would crest in the marble-columned buildings and literary works which cornerstone the civilization of the West.

The overall strength of Chinese culture and its international influence is not commensurate with China's international status. The international culture of the West is strong while we are weak.

In the west, too, the Reich would have to be strengthened. The French would 'have to bleed for that'. But there it was a strategic, not an ethnic, question. 'We must solve the ethnic (völkischen) questions in the east.

Have you anything to say for yourself?" "Sergeant." "Have you anything to say for yourself?" "Sergeant …" "In a moment, Constable, after the formalities have been completed. Have you anything to say for yourself?" "East, Sergeant. Kilimanjaro East." "In one moment, Constable." "This is West, Sergeant." "Come again?" "Kilimanjaro West, Sergeant." "Well, snug …

A bird-of-paradise woman paused in her flight to be astounded. "Yah, you stupid or something? That's the Love Police, you know?" "The what?" "Fug! You are stupid! Never heard of West One?

Scholars of the East and West have heroically consecrated their whole working lives to making available, by means of their own disciplines, Sufi literary and philosophical material to the world at large. In many cases they have faithfully recorded the Sufis' own reiteration that the Way of the Sufis cannot be understood by means of the intellect or by ordinary book learning.

Eruditos de Oriente y Occidente consagraron heroicamente sus existencias profesionales a poner a disposición del público el material literario y filosófico sufi, utilizando para ello sus propias disciplinas. En muchos casos hicieron referencia a la insistencia de los propios sufis en que el camino de los sufis no puede ser comprendido valiéndose del intelecto o mediante el común aprendizaje a través de libros.

I thought about how we tilled and cultivated the land, planted trees on it, fenced it, built houses on it, and did everything we could to hold off the eternity of distance—anything to give the landscape some sort of human scale. No matter what we did to try and form the West, however, the West inevitably formed us instead.

I think Gadhafi is on the mark. And up until this point in time, I think they truly want to turn this around and become a positive player with the West after years and years of terrorism and stagnation.

It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.

I am still fairly confident we will come out better than the West in terms of our overall development versus damage.

The Cold War did end in the victory of one side and in the defeat of the other. This reality cannot be denied, despite the understandable sensitivities that such a conclusion provokes among the tenderhearted in the West and some of the former leaders of the defeated side.

What can Mr. Winterborne be thinking?" she asked with a flustered laugh. "He's sent enough food for an army." "Obviously he's courting the entire family," West told her. "I can't speak for everyone else, but I for one feel thoroughly wooed.

I had imagined that a man who owned a department store would be very charming and put people at ease." West grinned at that. "He can be. But the moments when he's charming and putting people at ease are when he's most dangerous. Never trust him when he's nice.

Either you have two different colored eyes," he'd commented, "or I'm drunker than I thought." "Oh, you're as drunk as a fiddler," the man assured him pleasantly. "But yes, they're two different colors: I have heterochromia." "Is it catching?" West had asked. The stranger had grinned. "No, it was from a sock in the eye when I was twelve.

That was well done of you," Kathleen told West as they rode along the unpaved farm road. She was impressed by the way he had handled himself and addressed Strickland's concerns. "It was clever of you to put him at ease by trying your hand at field work." "I wasn't trying to be clever." West seemed preoccupied. "I wanted to gain information." "And so you did.

In the void, there is no distinction of east and west. Gwen blinked slightly at that. I know all of those words, and yet when strung together like that I have no idea what they mean.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…