Apex Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
murder-is-apex-megalomania-ultimate-in-control-lucy-freeman
there-is-always-moment-in-pyramid-our-lives-when-apex-is-reached-ninon-de-lenclos
spiritual-adoption-is-excellency-apex-gods-salvation-joel-beeke
a-wise-man-can-should-stand-above-his-times-not-poet-but-he-should-be-their-apex-franz-grillparzer
the-individual-is-at-apex-his-species-past-at-entrance-to-its-future-charles-lindbergh
my-live-show-is-almost-like-meditation-an-emotional-apex-thats-what-i-want-it-to-feel-like
so-my-tactic-with-conservation-apex-predators-is-to-get-people-excited-take-them-to-where-they-live
look-at-my-big-teeth-im-apex-predator-my-genetic-material-is-awesome-ilona-andrews
without-sharks-you-take-away-apex-predator-ocean-you-destroy-entire-food-chain-peter-benchley
without-sharks-you-take-away-apex-predator-ocean-you-destroy-entire-food-chain
astronomy-is-not-apex-science-invention-but-it-is-test-cast-temperament-mind-that-underlies-culture-jacob-bronowski
im-losing-all-sense-of-self-every-atom-of-my-being-concentrating-hard-on-that-small-potent-powerhouse-at-the-apex-of-my-thighs
just-when-you-arrive-at-apex-your-skills-its-time-to-retire-but-as-it-turned-out-i-decided-that-since-it-was-thing-that-i-felt-i-did-best-i-owed-it-twyla-tharp
people-need-to-look-at-wildlife-conservation-in-its-totality-as-soon-as-you-lose-apex-predator-it-has-harmful-consequences-right-down-food-chain
the-world-is-anxious-to-admire-that-apex-culmination-modern-mathematics-theorem-perfectly-general-that-no-particular-application-it-is-feasible-george-polya
the-apex-of-my-civic-pride-and-personal-contentment-was-reached-on-the-bright-september-morning-when-i-entered-the-public-school
this-night-felt-like-last-hurrah-like-we-could-blaze-our-brightest-at-apex-our-insane-adolescence-this-was-our-mardi-gras-before-dark-days-lent-heather-demetrios
milleniums-unrelenting-evolution-to-reach-apex-we-are-now-leaving-behind-following-trail-cultures-that-declined-to-obtain-in-fire-blood-their-derelict-earth
numbers-do-not-feel-do-not-bleed-weep-hope-they-do-not-know-bravery-sacrifice-love-allegiance-at-apex-callousness-you-will-find-only-ones-zeroes-amie-kaufman-jay-kristoff
as-system-philosophy-it-is-not-like-tower-babel-daring-its-high-aim-as-to-seek-shelter-against-gods-anger-but-it-is-like-pyramid-poised-on-its-apex
bands-like-nirvana-had-theatrical-sensibilities-playing-with-image-challenging-assumptions-people-were-making-about-them-apex-being-kurt-cobain-in-amanda-palmer
life-is-apogee-apex-decline-life-is-death-everything-else-is-open-to-discussion-colin-farrell
thus-apex-injustice-root-all-other-injustice-is-that-worth-christ-is-unrecognized-mens-hearts-are-unresponsive-to-his-glory-anna-blanc
my-musical-genius-reached-its-apex-thirty-years-ago-when-i-played-triangle-in-haydns-childrens-symphony-i-could-not-play-unless-you-needed-someone-may-sarton
i-remember-back-in-detroit-i-used-to-go-to-apex-bar-every-night-after-i-got-off-work-the-bartender-there-used-to-call-me-boom-boom-i-dont-know-why-john-lee-hooker
in-naturalism-man-is-actually-insignificant-but-arrogates-to-himself-stupendous-power-in-christianity-man-is-actually-apex-created-significance-but-ravi-zacharias
a-fish-might-more-easily-live-on-apex-rock-than-man-accustomed-to-crime-live-life-virtue-the-story-prince-barkiarokh-william-beckford
Oh when our hope be shaken Oh when the trouble be overtaken Oh when the storm be a token Oh when yet, we understand the solemn ways of our Maker Then shall our peace within be awaken Then shall our peace within be awaken Oh when the peace we want, dwindles! Oh when the life we want is found in the shackles! Oh when the paradox of sleeplessness, makes us marvel! Oh when yet, we are shown the solemn path of our lives. Then shall our peace within be unshaken Then shall our peace within be unshaken Oh when the storms of life seem to triumph over our lives Oh when the relation with our maker shakes at the appearance of the light Oh when life, shows its hazardous side. Oh when yet, we understand the solemn ways of God. Then shall our peace within be unshaken Then shall our peace within be unshaken Oh when we rest in the belly of troubles Oh when our skill seems not working Oh when the test seems not ending Oh when yet, we understand the solemn path of God Then shall our peace within be unshaken Then shall our peace within be unshaken Oh when we are entangled in the worsened economic life Oh when the hurdles of life escalates to the apex in might Oh when our strength cannot be our might Oh when yet, we are shown the solemn path of our lives Then shall our peace within be unshaken Then shall our peace within be unshaken Oh when our achievements, be at the apex Oh when our joy, be made perfect Oh when we sleep soundly in fervent Oh when yet, we understand the solemn paths of God Then shall our peace within be unshaken Then shall our peace within be unshaken

Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
oh-when-our-hope-be-shaken-oh-when-trouble-be-overtaken-oh-when-storm-be-token-oh-when-yet-we-understand-solemn-ways-our-maker-then-shall-our-peace-within-be-awaken-then-shall-ou
crocodiles-are-apex-predator-crucial-to-ecosystem-keeping-waterways-wetlands-healthy-crocodiles-eradicate-weak-sick-injured-wildlife-leaving-only-healthy-to-prosper
here is one other element of the apocalyptic tradition to be considered, namely transition. I said a minute ago that one of the assumptions prevalent in sophisticated apocalyptism was what Yeats called 'antithetical multiform influx'-the forms assumed by the inrushing gyre as the old one reaches its term. The dialectic of Yeats's gyres is simple enough in essence; they are a figure for the co-existence of the past and future at the time of transition. The old narrows to its apex, the new broadens towards its base, and the old and new interpenetrate. Where apex and base come together you have an age of very rapid transition. Actually, on Yeats's view of the historical cycle, there were transient moments of perfection, or what he called Unity of Being; but there was no way of making these permanent, and his philosophy of history is throughout transitional. In this he is not, of course, original; but his emphasis on the traditional character of our own pre-apocalyptic moment, in contrast with those exquisite points of time when life was like the water brimming beautifully but unstably over the rim of a fountain, seems, for all the privacy of the expression, characteristically modern. It is commonplace that our times do in fact suffer a more rapid rate of change technologically, and consequently in the increase of social mobility, than any before us. There is nothing fictive about that, and its implications are clear in our own day-to-day lives. What is interesting, though, is the way in which this knowledge is related to apocalypse, so that a mere celebratory figure for social mobility, like On the Road, acquires apocalyptic overtones and establishes the language of an elect; and the way in which writers, that is to say, clerks, are willing to go along, arguing that the rate of change implies revolution or schism, and that this is a perpetual requirement; that the stage of transition, like the whole of time in an earlier revolution, has become endless.

Frank Kermode
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I write poems. I'm often laughed at for doing so. My friends and foes, who were born in 1980's or even later aren't savvy with this concept of the reading and writing poems. They're probably not at fault because while they were being brought up in their respective environments, they weren't really taught how to appreciate poetry. Sadly, those same indifferent souls are now raising their children in the same robotic way, keeping them away from an art form as pure as poetry. Anyway, on the path my life, my poems, written and unwritten, are spread throughout like breadcrumbs. Alas! I'm savouring these breadcrumbs alone because no one has chosen to walk by me, maybe because they're skeptic about the taste of these crumbs. They've hypothetically assumed that these crumbs, these poems are bitter. Sigh! They aren't courageous enough to gather the strength to actually taste them. Perhaps this way, the real sweetness of my crumbs, of my poems stays obscured to them. But I haven't let them crush this sweetness beneath their feet and that's why, I've chosen to walk alone instead. How can I not savour these crumbs if I already know that they're leading me to the apex of my life? How can I not write poems if a voice inside me is constantly pecking my hands to give it a form? This voice is my meditation. This voice is my shadow, a shadow which is stubborn enough to remain intact even when I'll be gone. This voice is my concrete, the concrete that I'm made up of. This voice is my power, the power that will shake your senses. This voice is my poetry.

Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal
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now-there-is-naught-but-vast-black-triangle-having-apex-downwards-in-centre-black-triangle-is-face-typhon-lord-tempest-he-crieth-aloud-despair-despair-for-thou-mayest-deceive-vir
You are God. You want to make a forest, something to hold the soil, lock up energy, and give off oxygen. Wouldn't it be simpler just to rough in a slab of chemicals, a green acre of goo? You are a man, a retired railroad worker who makes replicas as a hobby. You decide to make a replica of one tree, the longleaf pine your great-grandfather planted- just a replica- it doesn't have to work. How are you going to do it? How long do you think you might live, how good is your glue? For one thing, you are going to have to dig a hole and stick your replica trunk halfway to China if you want the thing to stand up. Because you will have to work fairly big; if your replica is too small, you'll be unable to handle the slender, three-sided needles, affix them in clusters of three in fascicles, and attach those laden fascicles to flexible twigs. The twigs themselves must be covered by 'many silvery-white, fringed, long-spreading scales.' Are your pine cones' scales 'thin, flat, rounded at the apex?' When you loose the lashed copper wire trussing the limbs to the trunk, the whole tree collapses like an umbrella. You are a sculptor. You climb a great ladder; you pour grease all over a growing longleaf pine. Next, you build a hollow cylinder around the entire pine... and pour wet plaster over and inside the pine. Now open the walls, split the plaster, saw down the tree, remove it, discard, and your intricate sculpture is ready: this is the shape of part of the air. You are a chloroplast moving in water heaved one hundred feet above ground. Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, nitrogen in a ring around magnesium... you are evolution; you have only begun to make trees. You are god- are you tired? Finished?

Annie Dillard
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