No one can want to destroy without having some idea, true or false, of the order of things that should, according to him or her, replace what presently exists.
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
Mary's sorrow was less when she saw her only Son crucified, than it is now at the sight of men offending Him by sin.--ST. IGNATIUS.
She 's all my fancy painted her; She 's lovely, she 's divine.
In her tongue is the law of kindness.
It hurts,” he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. “All the time. Even when I try.” Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. “It will stop one day,” I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Even without your trying, and then you’ll feel guilty. After that, you’ll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.
Knowledge, when wisdom is too weak to guide her, / Is like a headstrong horse that throws the rider.
You know how slight a line will tow a boat when afloat on the billows, though a cable would hardly move her when pulled up on the beach.
Best of all, she had Park's songs in her head - and in her chest, somehow.
Non illa colo calathisve Minerv? / Femineas assueta manus=--Her woman's hands were not trained to the distaff or basket of (distaff-loving) Minerva.
Why would you say that?” “It’s true enough. His father’s name is Caleb. He’s my uncle. He’s one of the leaders of our people. He’s from a very fine family, but I’m not.” “I don’t believe that.” “If you ever visit our camp, just ask about me.” He smiled at her. He was a good-looking fellow, she noted, with an easy manner about him, quite unlike his cousin. “They wouldn’t send a man who wasn’t reliable on a mission like this,” she said. “You know I haven’t figured that out yet. It was a strange choice.” Rahab was quiet for a time, and he studied her. She was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen, much fairer than the women of his people.
Virtue is an angel; but she is a blind one, and must ask of Knowledge to show her the pathway that leads to her goal. Mere knowledge, on the other hand, like a Swiss mercenary, is ready to combat either in the ranks of sin or under the banners of righteousness,--ready to forge cannon-balls or to print New Testaments, to navigate a corsair's vessel or a missionary ship.--_Horace Mann._
Duty demands the parent's voice / Should sanctify the daughter's choice, / In that is due obedience shown; / To choose belongs to her alone.
Jason looked down at her with smoldering eyes in a taciturn face. “You’ll have to do something about Mumbles before we come back for Thanksgiving, Gracie,” he told her quietly. “Kittie’s allergic to cats.
Virtue is an angel; but she is a blind one, and must ask of Knowledge to show her the pathway that leads to her goal. Mere knowledge, on the other hand, like a Swiss mercenary, is ready to combat either in the ranks of sin or under the banners of righteousness: ready to forge cannon-balls or to print New Testaments; to navigate a corsair's vessel or a missionary ship.
Who will unravel such a tangle? This is certainly beyond the power of dogmatism and scepticism, and all human philosophy. Man is incomprehensible by man. We grant to the sceptics what they have so loudly asserted, that truth is not within our reach nor to our taste, that her home is not on earth but in heaven, that she dwells within the breast of God, and that we can only know her so far as it pleases him to reveal her. Let us then learn our true nature from truth uncreate and incarnate.
La philosophie triomphe aisement des maux passes, et des maux a venir; mais les maux presents triomphent d'elle=--Philosophy triumphs easily enough over misfortunes that are past and to come, but present misfortunes triumph over her.
A good man could be a woman’s blessing. If he was no good, he could destroy her by taking her down a rabbit hole.
There are those who never reason on what they should do, but what they have done; as if Reason had her eyes behind, and could only see backwards.
The vainest woman is never thoroughly conscious of her beauty till she is loved by the man who sets her own passion vibrating in return.--_George Eliot._
All seems so bright and perfect, and quite a new life seems to open before me, in that beloved little child. She helps me to look forward to such a far distance, and opens quite a new view of one's own purpose and duties on earth. It is something new to live for, to train a human soul entrusted to us, and to fit her for her true home beyond this life.
What but this faculty of imagination dispenses reputation, assigns respect and veneration to persons, works, laws, and the great? How valueless are all the treasures of earth without her consent!
The _Veda_ alone of all works I know treats of a genesis of God-consciousness, compared to which the Theogony of Hesiod is like a worn-out creature. We see it grow slowly and gradually with all its contradictions, its sudden terrors, its amazements, and its triumphs. As God reveals His Being in nature in her order, her indestructibility, in the eternal victory of light over darkness, of spring over winter, in the eternally returning course of the sun and the stars, so man has gradually spelt out of nature the Being of God, and after trying a thousand names for God in vain, we find Him in the _Veda_ already saying: 'They call him Indra, Mitra, Varuna; then they call him the Heavenly, the bird with beautiful wings; that which is One they call in various ways.'... The belief in Immortality is only the other side, as it were, of the God-consciousness, and both are originally natural to the Aryan race.
Why do you dress like a man?” he asked. That made her pause. She glanced down at her smart little suit, the one that always made her feel so sharp. “I don’t dress like a man,” she denied. “I dress in a clean and respectable manner.” His comment hurt, but she would not retaliate. It would be unkind to comment on the battered leather pants he wore or the strange shirts of his children that fell almost to their knees. “No, you definitely dress like a man,” he said. “And your hair is so tightly bound . . . like you don’t want anyone to see it. All of this looks very mannish to me.” She could not let him keep insulting her. Long ago she’d learned that if she did not stand up for herself, the belittling could go on endlessly. “So, you don’t like my name and you don’t like the way I dress or wear my hair. Mr. Dobrescu, is there anything pleasant you can say about me?” He considered the question. Was it her imagination, or did he just sway slightly closer to her? He closed his eyes and he appeared lost in thought, as though he was struggling very hard to come up with something nice to say. At last, he raised his eyes to hers. “I like the way your hair smells.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “My hair?” she repeated stupidly. “Yes.” He leaned forward again and breathed deeply. She took a step back, but the brute followed, sniffing at her in a vulgar display of poor comportment. “I like this scent very much,” he said.
Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me, / I have a soul that, like an ample shield, / Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.
The broad rich acres of our agricultural plains have been long preserved by nature to become her untrammeled gift to a people civilized and free, upon which should rest in well-distributed ownership the numerous homes of enlightened, equal and fraternal citizens.…Nor should our vast tracts of land be yielded up to the monopoly of corporations or grasping individuals, as appears to be much the tendency under the existing statute. I cannot help but think it perilous to suffer these lands or the sources of their irrigation to fall into the hands of monopolies, which by such means may exercise lordship over the areas dependent on their treatment for productiveness. [Message to Congress, December 3, 1888.]
Though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps / At wisdom's gate; and to simplicity / Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill where no ill seems.
Der Rathgeber eines Hoheren handelt kluglich, wenn er sein geistiges Uebergewicht verbirgt, wie das Weib seine Schonheit verhullt um des Sieges desto gewisser zu sein=--The adviser of a superior acts wisely if he conceals his spiritual superiority, as the woman veils her beauty in order to be the more certain of conquering.
The three could only move slowly down the street. When they finally arrived at her doorway, she said, “Here, let’s go inside.” She opened the door and helped the wounded man in. As they closed the door, Ardon slumped to the floor unconscious. Rahab and Othniel stared at each other. The feet of the soldiers pounded by, and the officer’s voice said, “Find them. They’re here somewhere. Find them!” “I think you saved our lives, Rahab, and I thank you.” Rahab looked down at the limp figure. “I must take care of his arm or he will bleed to death.” The noise of their entrance stirred the rest of the family. They came in staring, and Rahab cut all questions short. “These men are servants of the god of Israel. We must help them.
Fulgente trahit constrictos gloria curru, / Non minus ignotos generosis=--Glory draws all bound to her shining car, low-born and high-born alike.
Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway.
Dare to be wise! Energy and spirit is needed to overcome the obstacles which indolence of nature as well as cowardice of heart oppose to our instruction. It is not without significance that the old myth makes the goddess of Wisdom emerge fully armed from the head of Jupiter; for her very first function is warlike. Even in her birth she has to maintain a hard struggle with the senses, which do not want to be dragged from their sweet repose. The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error. Content if they themselves escape the hard labor of thought, men gladly resign to others the guardianship of their ideas, and if it happens that higher needs are stirred in them, they embrace with a eager faith the formulas which State and priesthood hold in readiness for such an occasion.
To every one of us the world was once as fresh and new as to Adam. And then, long before we were susceptible of any other mode of instruction, Nature took us in hand, and every minute of waking life brought its educational influence, shaping our actions into rough accordance with Nature's laws, so that we might not be ended untimely by too gross disobedience. Nor should I speak of this process of education as past for any one, be he as old as he may. For every man the world is as fresh as it was at the first day, and as full of untold novelties for him who has the eyes to see them. And Nature is still continuing her patient education of us in that great university, the universe, of which we are all members--Nature having no Test-Acts.
Reflection dissolves reverie and burns her delicate wings.
Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war.
Libby gasped as two hands clamped around her waist. In a mighty heave Mr. Dobrescu hoisted her into the air and spun her around as he carried her from the room. So tightly did he clasp her, Libby could not even draw a breath. “I told you not to speak with her,” Dobrescu snapped. He kicked the bedroom door shut, then tossed Libby back on her feet. The hallway whirled and she braced her hand against the wall to regain her balance.
She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body.
She had the kind of smile you see in toothpaste commercials, where you can see practically all of somebody's teeth. She should smile like that all the time, Park thought; it made her face cross over from weird to beautiful. He wanted to make her smile like that constantly.
Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
When we survey the whole field of religion, we find a great variety in the thoughts that have prevailed there; but the feelings on the one hand and the conduct on the other are almost always the same, for Stoic, Christian, and Buddhist saints are practically indistinguishable in their lives. The theories which Religion generates, being thus variable, are secondary; and if you wish to grasp her essence, you must look to the feelings and the conduct as being the more constant elements.
Jackie Biskupski is running for a seat in the Utah Legislature, and she's attracting a lot of attention because she's a lesbian. Her Republican opponent, Dan Alderson, is a staunch Mormon, and is running a negative ad campaign calling her lifestyle abnormal and deviant. His six wives agree.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed, / And I loved her that she did pity them. / This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Scilicet expectes, ut tradet mater honestos / Atque alios mores, quam quos habet?=--Can you expect that the mother will teach good morals or others than her own.
In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.
For all that Nature by her mother-wit Could frame in earth.
Let not one look of fortune cast you down; / She were not fortune if she did not frown; / Such as do braveliest bear her scorns awhile / Are those on whom at last she most will smile.
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
Nature has her perfections to show that she is the image of God, and her defects to show that she is no more than his image.
If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Love delights to bring her best, / And where love is, that offering evermore is blest.
A nation does wisely, if not well, in starving her men of genius. Fatten them, and they are done for.--_Charles Buxton._
All a girl really wants is for one guy to prove to her that they are not all the same.
If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn’t know what happened to people once they were unfixable. I only hoped I never had to find out.
Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” she orders. “Why not? It’ll only boost your street cred.” “I don’t want to be another one of your puck bunnies, and I don’t want people thinking I am, understood?” Her use of the term makes me grin harder. I like that she’s picking up the hockey lingo. Maybe one of these days, I’ll even convince her to come to a game. I have a feeling Hannah would be a great heckler, which is always an advantage at home games. Though knowing her, she’d probably heckle us and give the other team the advantage.
A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth, as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather: what is she to believe in, if not in this vision woven from within?--_George Eliot._
You will be hearing from me,” she said, as he opened the door for her. “And you will find that when I am crossed I am very formidable.
Chia decided to change the subject. “What’s your brother like? How old is he?” “Masahiko is seventeen,” Mitsuko said. “He is a ‘pathological - techno - fetishist - with - social - deficit,” ’ this last all strung together like one word, indicating a concept that taxed the lexicon of the ear-clips. Chia wondered briefly if it would be worth running it through her Sandbenders, whose translation functions updated automatically whenever she ported. “A what?” “Otaku,” Mitsuko said carefully in Japanese.
Is then the soul too noble a subject for the feeble light of man? Let us then abase the soul to matter, and see if she knows whereof is made the very body which she animates, and those others which she contemplates and moves at her will. On this subject what have those great dogmatists known who are ignorant of nothing?
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.
Earth's biggest country 's gut her soul, An' risen up earth's greatest nation.
The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music.
I should have to enumerate almost every action of men who seldom stagger but under her shocks. For reason has been forced to yield, and the wisest reason accepts as her own those principles which the imagination of men has everywhere casually introduced.
There is nothing more charming than to see a mother with a child in her arms, and nothing more venerable than a mother among a number of her children.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run.
I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.
Knowledge hath a bewildering tongue, and she will stoop and lead you to the stars, and witch you with her mysteries, till gold is a forgotten dross, and power and fame toys of an hour, and woman's careless love light as the breath that breaks it.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
God hath yoked to Guilt her pale tormentor, Misery.
Nothing does so much honour to a woman as her patience, and nothing does her so little as the patience of her husband.
Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth / In strange eruptions, and the teeming earth / Is with a kind of cholic pinch'd and vex'd / By the imprisoning of unruly wind / Within her womb, which, for enlargement striving, / Shakes the old bedlam earth, and topples down / Steeples and moss-grown towers.
I believe I should have been swept away by the flood of French infidelity, if it had not been for one thing, the remembrance of the time when my sainted mother used to make me kneel by her side, taking my little hands folded in hers, and caused me to repeat the Lord's Prayer.--_Thomas Randolph._
Che ne puo la gatta se la massaia e matta=--How can the cat help it if the maid is fool (enough to leave things in her way)?
No great composition was ever produced but with the same heavenly involuntariness in which a bird builds her nest.
Knowledge is as food, and needs no less / Her temp'rance over appetite, to know / In measure what the mind may well contain, / Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns / Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
The gentle Lady married to the Moor, And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.
Latrantem curatne alta Diana canem?=--Does the high-stepping Diana care for the dog that bays her?
Quotes by people born this day, already used as QOTD: The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
The wife that expects to have a good name / Is always at home as if she were lame; / And the mind that is honest, her chiefest delight, / Is still to be doing from morning till night.
Venus will not charm so much without her attendant Graces, as they will without her.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of her land, And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Britons never shall be slaves.
There is one simple Divinity found in all things, everything has Divinity latent within itself. For she enfolds and imparts herself even unto the smallest beings. Without her presence nothing would have being, because she is the essence of the existence of the first unto the last being.
Philosophy dwells aloft in the Temple of Science, the divinity of its inmost shrine; her dictates descend among men, but she herself descends not; whoso would behold her must climb with long and laborious effort, nay, still linger in the forecourt, till manifold trial have proved him worthy of admission into the interior solemnities.
Door’s open!” she shouted. She was in her underwear, lying on the floor, arms outstretched and legs up against the couch. She tilted her head back and looked at me upside down. “Charlie, darling! Why are you standing on your head?
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns, And sweet as English air could make her, she.
When a person doesn't have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity. A person can almost be defined by his or her attitude toward gratitude.
Virtue can see to do what virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon were in the flat sea sunk.--_Milton._
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
A man can keep another's secret better than his own; a woman, her own better than another's.
But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
Weigh not so much what men say, as what they prove: remembering that truth is simple and naked, and needs not invective to apparel her comeliness.
He cuddled her back into his arms and sighed, closing his eyes as the flames in the gas logs danced like sugar-plums. Gracie watched them across his broad chest, feeling the happiness like a flame inside her heart. Somewhere she heard Christmas carols being sung and a dog barking in the distance. Closer, she heard the strong, regular beat of Jason’s heart under her ear. Christmas wasn’t only in her heart. It was in her arms.