Dregs 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
what-is-written-is-merely-dregs-experience-franz-kafka
whats-any-artist-but-dregs-his-work-william-gaddis
friendship-is-full-dregs-william-shakespeare
friendships-full-dregs-william-shakespeare
just-misfit-melancholy-dregs-gone-lost-in-the-mall
what-we-did-who-we-were-are-just-dregs-compared-to-who-we-are-now-how-we-act-when-sword-is-coming-down-rachel-aaron
ah-i-hope-to-live-to-87-drink-from-goblet-life-to-dregs
last-year-was-lifetime-whole-career-in-one-season-we-went-from-being-dregs-to-winners-damon-hill
and-afternoon-stretched-on-ezbon-toasted-their-imminent-defeat-to-dregs-cn-faust
what-tale-hes-told-what-bitter-bowl-war-hes-drunk-to-dregs-virgil
it-is-our-best-work-that-god-wants-not-the-dregs-of-our-exhaustion-i-think-he-must-prefer-quality-to-quantity
oh-misery-i-have-drunk-thy-cup-of-sorrow-to-its-dregs-but-i-am-still-a-rebel
thats-when-i-have-to-ask-him-can-you-really-talk-like-that-being-holy-all-what-because-im-priest-he-finishes-dregs-his-coffee-sure-god-knows-whats-important-markus-zusak
a-nation-without-dregs-malcontents-is-orderly-peaceful-pleasant-but-perhaps-without-seed-things-to-come-eric-hoffer
life-is-cup-tea-more-heartily-we-drink-sooner-we-reach-dregs-james-m-barrie
we-are-being-governed-by-dregs-nation-their-brutality-is-capricious-that-no-one-can-feel-certain-that-he-will-be-safe-tomorrow-iris-origo
i-dont-like-selfrighteous-people-i-say-whats-to-like-says-haymitch-who-begins-sucking-dregs-out-empty-bottles-suzanne-collins
a-nation-without-dregs-and-malcontents-is-orderly-decent-peaceful-and-pleasant-but-perhaps-without-the-seed-of-things-to-come
elections-amount-to-little-more-than-choosing-between-scum-that-floats-to-top-barrel-dregs-that-settle-to-bottom-l-neil-smith
most-poets-are-elitist-dregs-more-concerned-with-proving-their-skill-with-dictionary-than-communicating-ideas-with-impact-henry-rollins
drink-your-fill-when-jar-is-first-opened-when-it-is-nearly-done-but-be-sparing-when-it-is-halfempty-its-poor-savingwhen-you-come-to-dregs-hesiod
and-you-stagger-down-to-break-your-fast-greasy-bacon-lacquered-eggs-and-coffee-composed-frigid-dregs-ogden-nash
as-i-enter-on-path-happiness-i-scatter-dregs-shreds-clippings-past-behind-me-i-divest-myself-all-crapulous-years-william-john-locke
none-would-live-past-years-again-yet-all-hope-pleasure-in-what-yet-remain-and-from-dregs-life-think-to-receive-what-first-sprightly-running-could-john-dryden
stir-not-bitterness-in-cup-that-i-mixed-for-myself-said-denethor-have-i-not-tasted-it-now-many-nights-upon-my-tongue-foreboding-that-worse-lay-in-j-r-r-tolkien
at-that-time-i-will-search-jerusalem-with-lamps-punish-those-who-are-complacent-who-are-like-wine-left-on-its-dregs-who-think-the-lord-will-do-zephaniah-112
moab-has-been-at-rest-from-youth-like-wine-left-on-its-dregs-not-poured-from-one-jar-to-another-she-has-not-gone-into-exile-so-she-tastes-as-she-did-jeremiah-4811
stir-not-bitterness-in-cup-that-i-mixed-for-myself-said-denethor-have-i-not-tasted-it-now-many-nights-upon-my-tongue-foreboding-that-worse-lay-in-dregs-jrr-tolkien
in-hand-lord-is-cup-full-foaming-wine-mixed-with-spices-he-pours-it-out-all-wicked-earth-drink-it-down-to-its-dregs-psalm-758
dependence-on-drugs-is-not-disease-it-is-not-virus-it-is-not-something-that-stalks-only-dregs-society-drug-addiction-is-realized-emotional-deficiency-syndrome-plamen-chetelyazov
people-who-out-inborn-moderation-leave-every-glass-standing-only-halfemptied-refuse-to-admit-that-everything-in-world-has-its-sediments-dregs-friedrich-nietzsche
the-physician-by-study-inspection-urine-ordure-approves-himself-in-science-in-like-sort-should-our-author-accustom-exercise-his-imagination-alexander-pope
in-order-that-mortar-in-joints-may-not-suffer-from-frosts-drench-it-with-oildregs-every-year-before-winter-begins-thus-treated-it-will-not-let-marcus-vitruvius-pollio
london-needy-villains-general-home-the-common-sewer-paris-rome-with-eager-thirst-by-folly-by-fate-sucks-in-dregs-each-corrupted-state-samuel-johnson
were-victims-disease-called-social-prejudice-my-child-these-dear-ladies-law-order-league-are-scouring-out-dregs-town-cmon-be-glorified-wreck-dudley-nichols
the-coercive-power-government-is-always-beacon-to-those-who-want-to-dominate-others-summoning-worst-dregs-society-to-washington-to-use-that-power-harry-browne
happiness-is-as-fragile-fleeting-as-bubble-soap-water-down-last-dregs-happiness-turn-them-into-bubbles-to-fill-void-it-may-nothing-more-than-illusion-but-it-was-still-better-than
love-is-as-bitter-as-dregs-sin-as-sweet-as-cloverhoney-in-its-cell-love-is-password-whereby-souls-get-in-to-heaven-gate-that-leads-sometimes-to-ella-wheeler-wilcox
what-is-it-they-want-from-man-that-they-didnt-get-from-work-what-do-they-expect-what-is-there-left-when-hes-done-with-his-work-whats-any-artist-but-dregs-his-work-human-shambles-
through-love-all-that-is-bitter-will-be-sweet-through-love-all-that-is-copper-will-be-gold-through-love-all-dregs-will-become-wine-through-love-all-rumi
people-get-into-debt-head-over-heels-because-banks-make-it-easy-to-do-then-banks-come-along-act-like-these-people-who-cant-wont-pay-their-bills-are-dregs-society
masters-i-have-to-tell-tale-woea-tale-folly-wasted-lifehope-against-hope-bitter-dregs-strifeending-where-all-things-end-in-death-at-last-william-morris
whats-any-artist-but-dregs-his-work-human-shambles-that-follows-it-around-whats-left-man-when-works-done-but-shambles-apology-william-gaddis
Haven't I told you scores of times, that you're always beginners, and the greatest satisfaction was not in being at the top, but in getting there, in the enjoyment you get out of scaling the heights? That's something you don't understand, and can't understand until you've gone through it yourself. You're still at the state of unlimited illusions, when a good, strong pair of legs makes the hardest road look short, and you've such a mighty appetite for glory that the tiniest crumb of success tastes delightfully sweet. You're prepared for a feast, you're going to satisfy your ambition at last, you feel it's within reach and you don't care if you give the skin off your back to get it! And then, the heights are scaled, the summits reached, and you've got to stay there. That's when the torture begins; you've drunk your excitement to the dregs and found it all too short and even rather bitter, and you wonder whether it was really worth the struggle. From that point there is no more unknown to explore, no new sensations to experience. Pride has had its brief portion of celebrity; you know that your best has been given and you're surprised it hasn't brought a keener sense of satisfaction. From that moment the horizon starts to empty of all hopes that once attracted you towards it. There's nothing to look forward to but death. But in spite of that you cling on, you don't want to feel you're played out, you persist in trying to produce something, like old men persist in trying to make love, with painful, humiliating results... If only we could have the courage to hang ourselves in front of our last masterpiece!

e‰mile Zola
havent-i-told-you-scores-times-that-youre-always-beginners-greatest-satisfaction-was-not-in-being-at-top-but-in-getting-there-in-enjoyment-you-get-out-scaling-heights-thats-somet
You were already in a prison. You've been in a prison all your life. Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all. Your lover lived in the penitentiary that we are all born into, and was forced to rake the dregs of that world for his living. He knew affection and tenderness but only briefly. Eventually, one of the other inmates stabbed him with a cutlass and he drowned upon his own blood. Is that it, Evey? Is that the happiness worth more than freedom? It's not an uncommon story, Evey. Many convicts meet with miserable ends. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. One by one, taken out behind the chemical sheds... and shot. All convicts, hunched and deformed by the smallness of their cells, the weight of their chains, the unfairness of their sentences. I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.' 'You're wrong! It's just life, that's all! It's just how life is. It's what we've got to put up with. It's all we've got. What gives you the right to decide it's not good enough?' 'You're in a prison, Evey. You were born in a prison. You've been in a prison so long, you no longer believe there's a world outside. That's because you're afraid, Evey. You're afraid because you can feel freedom closing in upon you. You're afraid because freedom is terrifying. Don't back away from it, Evey. Part of you understands the truth even as part pretends not to. You were in a cell, Evey. They offered you a choice between the death of your principles and the death of your body. You said you'd rather die. You faced the fear of your own death and you were calm and still. The door of the cage is open, Evey. All that you feel is the wind from outside.

Alan Moore
you-were-already-in-prison-youve-been-in-prison-all-your-life-happiness-is-prison-evey-happiness-is-most-insidious-prison-all-your-lover-lived-in-penitentiary-that-we-are-all-bor
the-elsinores-bow-tilted-skyward-while-her-stern-fell-into-foaming-valley-not-man-had-gained-his-feet-bridge-men-swept-back-toward-me-fetched-up-against-mizzenshrouds-and-then-th
It was pitiful for a person born in a wholesome free atmosphere to listen to their humble and hearty outpourings of loyalty toward their king and Church and nobility; as if they had any more occasion to love and honor king and Church and noble than a slave has to love and honor the lash, or a dog has to love and honor the stranger that kicks him! Why, dear me, ANY kind of royalty, howsoever modified, ANY kind of aristocracy, howsoever pruned, is rightly an insult; but if you are born and brought up under that sort of arrangement you probably never find it out for yourself, and don't believe it when somebody else tells you. It is enough to make a body ashamed of his race to think of the sort of froth that has always occupied its thrones without shadow of right or reason, and the seventh-rate people that have always figured as its aristocracies - a company of monarchs and nobles who, as a rule, would have achieved only poverty and obscurity if left, like their betters, to their own exertions... The truth was, the nation as a body was in the world for one object, and one only: to grovel before king and Church and noble; to slave for them, sweat blood for them, starve that they might be fed, work that they might play, drink misery to the dregs that they might be happy, go naked that they might wear silks and jewels, pay taxes that they might be spared from paying them, be familiar all their lives with the degrading language and postures of adulation that they might walk in pride and think themselves the gods of this world. And for all this, the thanks they got were cuffs and contempt; and so poor-spirited were they that they took even this sort of attention as an honor.

Mark Twain
it-was-pitiful-for-person-born-in-wholesome-free-atmosphere-to-listen-to-their-humble-hearty-outpourings-loyalty-toward-their-king-church-nobility-as-if-they-had-any-more-occasio
Christ is all in the entire work of salvation. Let me just take you back to the period before this world was made. There was a time when this great world, the sun, the moon, the stars, and all which now exist throughout the whole of the vast universe, lay in the mind of God, like unborn forests in an acorn cup. There was a time when the Great Creator lived alone, and yet he could foresee that he would make a world, and that men would be born to people it; and in that vast eternity a great scheme was devised, whereby he might save a fallen race. Do you know who devised it? God planned it from first to last. Neither Gabriel nor any of the holy angels had anything to do with it. I question whether they were even told how God might be just, and yet save the transgressors. God was all in the drawing up of the scheme, and Christ was all in carrying it out. There was a dark and doleful night! Jesus was in the garden, sweating great drops of blood, which fell to the ground; nobody then came to bear the load that had been laid upon him. An angel stood there to strengthen him, but not to bear the sentence. The cup was put into his hands, and Jesus said, "Father, must I drink it?" and his Father replied, "If thou dost not drink, sinners cannot be saved"; and he took the cup and drained it to its very dregs. No man helped him. And when he hung upon that accursed tree of Calvary, when his precious hands were pierced, when: "From his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flowed mingled down," there was nobody to help him. He was "all" in the work of salvation. And, my friends, if any of you shall be saved, it must be by Christ alone. There must be no patchwork; Christ did it all, and will not be helped in the matter. Christ will not allow you, as some say, to do what you can, and leave him to make up the rest. What can you do that is not sinful? Christ has done all for us; the work of redemption is all finished. Christ planned it all, and worked out all; and we, therefore, preach a full salvation through Jesus Christ.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
christ-is-all-in-entire-work-salvation-let-me-just-take-you-back-to-period-before-this-world-was-made-there-was-time-when-this-great-world-sun-moon-stars-all-which-now-exist-thro
Now the evening's at its noon, its meridian. The outgoing tide has simmered down, and there's a lull-like the calm in the eye of a hurricane - before the reverse tide starts to set in. The last acts of the three-act plays are now on, and the after-theater eating places are beginning to fill up with early comers; Danny's and Lindy's - yes, and Horn and Hardart too. Everybody has got where they wanted to go - and that was out somewhere. Now everybody will want to get back where they came from - and that's home somewhere. Or as the coffee-grinder radio, always on the beam, put it at about this point: 'New York, New York, it's a helluva town, The Bronx is up, the Battery's down, And the people ride around in a hole in the ground. Now the incoming tide rolls in; the hours abruptly switch back to single digits again, and it's a little like the time you put your watch back on entering a different time zone. Now the buses knock off and the subway expresses turn into locals and the locals space themselves far apart; and as Johnny Carson's face hits millions of screens all at one and the same time, the incoming tide reaches its crest and pounds against the shore. There's a sudden splurge, a slew of taxis arriving at the hotel entrance one by one as regularly as though they were on a conveyor belt, emptying out and then going away again. Then this too dies down, and a deep still sets in. It's an around-the-clock town, but this is the stretch; from now until the garbage-grinding trucks come along and tear the dawn to shreds, it gets as quiet as it's ever going to get. This is the deep of the night, the dregs, the sediment at the bottom of the coffee cup. The blue hours; when guys' nerves get tauter and women's fears get greater. Now guys and girls make love, or kill each other or sometimes both. And as the windows on the 'Late Show' title silhouette light up one by one, the real ones all around go dark. And from now on the silence is broken only by the occasional forlorn hoot of a bogged-down drunk or the gutted-cat squeal of a too sharply swerved axle coming around a turn. Or as Billy Daniels sang it in Golden Boy: While the city sleeps, And the streets are clear, There's a life that's happening here. ("New York Blues")

Cornell Woolrich
now-evenings-at-its-noon-its-meridian-the-outgoing-tide-has-simmered-down-theres-lulllike-calm-in-eye-hurricane-before-reverse-tide-starts-to-set-in-the-last-acts-threeact-plays-
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