In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm itself. There was none of that sense of urgeful, pushing life that robs even a calm spring day of the sense of silence; li...
Othalas: Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind? They are as ever-changing as the mists below us and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may, indeed, be clo...
NOTHING MAKES SENSE. Do not look for any sense in things. It is not there. It is you who ascribe it to what you live or get to know. A defeat or a victory is neither a message from the gods nor a trick of fate. Neither means anything — and, if they...
Raoul Duke: And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the cre...
Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music? Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here. Andy Dufresne: Here's ...
Why do we not accept ESP as a psychological fact? Rhine has offered enough evidence to have convinced us on almost any other issue... Personally, I do not accept ESP for a moment, because it does not make sense. My external criteria, both of physics ...
What is common becomes sense, but what is sensible doesn't always become common.
What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?
Mention but the word "divinity," and our sense of the divine is clouded.
When in doubt, follow the senses of beasts.
Tragic tales rarely do make sense.
was an atheist and in no sense of the word could he be described as a theologian.
It is not possible to live in this age if you don't have a sense of many contradictory forces.
He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor.
I had very literal parents and I wanted to survive with metaphor and art, and there was a real sense of shame around it.
Simplicity is not an objective in art, but one achieves simplicity despite one's self by entering into the real sense of things.
Art does imitate life, it has to come from somewhere. To put boundaries and limitations on it doesn't make a lot of sense to me.
They certainly aren't connected with the old geometric art. My work isn't geometric in that sense.
Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.
Art was something I could do better. It gave me a sense of self.
Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.
