Faintest 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
the-faintest-ink-is-better-than-best-memory-chinese-proverb
ive-always-liked-effect-having-somebody-in-there-who-hadnt-faintest-idea-what-was-going-on
and-indeed-it-could-be-said-that-once-faintest-stirring-hope-became-possible-dominion-plague-was-ended-albert-camus
i-had-never-been-near-insane-persons-before-in-my-life-had-not-faintest-idea-what-their-actions-were-like
it-is-clear-to-me-that-unless-we-connect-directly-with-earth-we-will-not-have-faintest-clue-why-we-should-save-it-helen-caldicott
she-had-caught-sound-suffering-in-faintest-exaggeration-evenness-in-his-voice-ayn-rand
love-in-all-its-emotion-surpasses-physical-without-even-faintest-touchit-leaves-its-imprint-upon-you-jill-hanna
the-faintest-gleam-their-lost-memories-glimmered-for-briefest-moment-in-their-hearts-haruki-murakami
according-to-my-mother-positively-no-one-least-all-herself-had-even-faintest-suspicion-that-she-was-heavy-with-child-at-time-my-birth
ah-yes-freedom-even-hint-it-just-faintest-hope-it-is-enough-to-make-ones-spirit-soar-dont-you-think-anton-chekhov
nothing-is-more-confused-than-to-be-ordered-into-war-to-die-to-be-maimed-for-life-without-faintest-idea-whats-going-on-hanoi-hannah
a-military-life-had-no-charms-for-me-i-had-not-faintest-idea-staying-in-army-even-if-i-should-be-graduated-which-i-did-not-expect-ulysses-s-grant
barrons-jericho-i-havent-faintest-fecking-clue-he-keeps-saving-my-life-i-suppose-thats-something-karen-marie-moning
that-world-is-in-bad-shape-is-undeniable-but-there-is-not-faintest-reason-in-history-to-suppose-that-christianity-offers-way-out-bertrand-russell
clearly-you-did-not-rise-to-your-exalted-position-through-sales-she-said-after-moment-only-faintest-catch-in-her-dry-voice-because-your-pitch-could-use-some-work-caitlin-crews
without-faintest-possibility-finding-job-i-decided-to-devote-myself-to-literature-it-was-about-time-to-find-out-what-i-was-worth-as-writer-jose-saramago
it-has-been-left-to-our-generation-to-discover-that-you-can-move-heaven-earth-to-save-five-minutes-then-not-have-faintest-idea-what-to-do-with-them-c-e-m-joad
were-taught-at-such-early-age-to-be-against-communists-yet-most-us-dont-have-faintest-idea-what-communism-is-only-fool-lets-somebody-else-tell-assata-shakur
here-then-at-long-last-is-my-darkness-no-cry-light-no-glimmer-not-even-faintest-shard-hope-to-break-free-across-hold-mark-z-danielewski
dig-down-deep-dont-fold-for-faintest-wind-might-blow-youre-off-your-mark-off-your-game-soil-your-old-mans-good-name-vandaveer
our-ancestors-are-totally-essential-to-our-every-waking-moment-although-most-us-dont-even-have-faintest-idea-about-their-lives-their-trials-their-annie-lennox
then-she-sighed-just-faintest-softest-release-breath-the-sound-swept-through-his-chest-like-hurricane-with-force-to-topple-trees-tessa-dare
i-am-calumny-spinks-between-me-satin-blue-sky-hangs-hempen-noose-it-has-swung-there-in-faintest-breezes-waiting-for-me-all-my-life-piers-alexander
no-nude-however-abstract-should-fail-to-arouse-in-spectator-some-vestige-erotic-feeling-even-if-it-be-only-faintest-shadow-if-it-does-not-do-it-kenneth-clark
nothingis-ungrateful-as-rising-generation-yet-if-there-is-any-faintest-glimmer-light-ahead-us-in-present-itwas-kindled-by-intellectual-fires-ellen-glasgow
experience-is-great-teacher-we-were-then-in-her-school-learned-that-while-hope-offers-faintest-token-refuge-we-pause-upon-fearful-brink-eternity-look-back-for-rescue-fanny-kelly
even-that-was-all-consumed-after-two-days-patients-had-to-try-to-choke-down-fresh-fish-just-boiled-in-water-without-salt-pepper-butter-mutton-beef-nellie-bly
even-that-was-all-consumed-after-two-days-patients-had-to-try-to-choke-down-fresh-fish-just-boiled-in-water-without-salt-pepper-butter-mutton-beef-potatoes-without-faintest-seaso
the-voice-god-whispers-in-heart-so-softly-that-soul-pauses-making-no-noise-and-strives-for-these-melodies-distant-sighing-like-faintest-breath-and-stephen-crane
we-were-alone-where-i-could-not-say-hardly-imagine-all-was-black-such-dense-black-that-after-some-minutes-my-eyes-had-not-been-able-to-discern-even-jules-verne
show-me-somebody-who-is-always-smiling-always-cheerful-always-optimistic-i-will-show-you-somebody-who-hasnt-faintest-idea-what-heck-is-really-going-on-mike-royko
i-havent-faintest-idea-how-babies-are-born-probably-because-i-fainted-on-day-i-was-born-jarod-kintz
she-sleepwalked-from-moment-to-moment-whole-months-slipped-by-without-memory-without-bearing-faintest-imprint-her-conscious-will-ian-mcewan
you-live-in-deranged-age-more-deranged-than-usual-because-despite-great-scientific-technological-advances-man-has-not-faintest-idea-who-he-is-what-he-is-doing-walker-percy
she-held-out-her-hands-cupped-holding-small-plant-the-power-to-heal-is-power-to-destroy-she-said-with-faintest-smile-ft-mckinstry
you-live-in-deranged-age-more-deranged-that-usual-because-in-spite-great-scientific-technological-advances-man-has-not-faintest-idea-who-he-is-walker-percy
we-never-consider-that-things-dogs-know-about-us-are-things-which-we-have-not-faintest-notion-jose-saramago
but-now-it-is-come-upon-thee-and-thou-faintest-it-toucheth-thee-and-thou-art-troubled
When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: "it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks." And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it. When I read this letter of Van Gogh's it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about design and balance and getting interesting planes into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest acedemical tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on. But the moment I read Van Gogh's letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it. And Van Gogh's little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

Brenda Ueland
when-van-gogh-was-young-man-in-his-early-twenties-he-was-in-london-studying-to-be-clergyman-he-had-no-thought-being-artist-at-all-he-sat-in-his-cheap-little-room-writing-letter-t
It was unearthly, and the men were-No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it-this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity-like yours-the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you-you so remote from the night of first ages-could comprehend. And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage-who can tell?-but truth-truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder-the man knows, and can look on without a wink. But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff-with his own inborn strength. Principles? Principles won't do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty rags-rags that would fly off at the first good shake. No; you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row-is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe. Who's that grunting? You wonder I didn't go ashore for a howl and a dance? Well, no-I didn't. Fine sentiments, you say? Fine sentiments, be hanged! I had no time. I had to mess about with white-lead and strips of woolen blanket helping to put bandages on those leaky steam-pipes-I tell you.

Joseph Conrad
it-was-unearthly-men-wereno-they-were-not-inhuman-well-you-know-that-was-worst-itthis-suspicion-their-not-being-inhuman-it-would-come-slowly-to-one-they-howled-leaped-spun-made-h
Suppose after all that death does end all. Next to eternal joy, next to being forever with those we love and those who have loved us, next to that, is to be wrapt in the dreamless drapery of eternal peace. Next to eternal life is eternal sleep. Upon the shadowy shore of death the sea of trouble casts no wave. Eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark, will never know again the burning touch of tears. Lips touched by eternal silence will never speak again the broken words of grief. Hearts of dust do not break. The dead do not weep. Within the tomb no veiled and weeping sorrow sits, and in the rayless gloom is crouched no shuddering fear. I had rather think of those I have loved, and lost, as having returned to earth, as having become a part of the elemental wealth of the world - I would rather think of them as unconscious dust, I would rather dream of them as gurgling in the streams, floating in the clouds, bursting in the foam of light upon the shores of worlds, I would rather think of them as the lost visions of a forgotten night, than to have even the faintest fear that their naked souls have been clutched by an orthodox god. I will leave my dead where nature leaves them. Whatever flower of hope springs up in my heart I will cherish, I will give it breath of sighs and rain of tears. But I cannot believe that there is any being in this universe who has created a human soul for eternal pain. I would rather that every god would destroy himself; I would rather that we all should go to eternal chaos, to black and starless night, than that just one soul should suffer eternal agony. I have made up my mind that if there is a God, he will be merciful to the merciful. Upon that rock I stand. - That he will not torture the forgiving. - Upon that rock I stand. - That every man should be true to himself, and that there is no world, no star, in which honesty is a crime. Upon that rock I stand. The honest man, the good woman, the happy child, have nothing to fear, either in this world or the world to come. Upon that rock I stand.

Robert G. Ingersoll
suppose-after-all-that-death-does-end-all-next-to-eternal-joy-next-to-being-forever-with-those-we-love-those-who-have-loved-us-next-to-that-is-to-be-wrapt-in-dreamless-drapery-et
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