Wavering 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
back-through-the-wavering-weeds
the-wavering-mind-is-but-base-possession-euripides
no-man-is-able-to-make-progress-when-he-is-wavering-between-opposite-things-epictetus
wavering-in-between-neither-with-these-nor-with-those-whomever-allah-sends-astray-you-will-never-find-for-him-way-nisa-143
well-well-have-no-more-such-foolishness-i-say-harshly-to-cover-wavering-in-my-voice-were-getting-married-thats-that-rae-carson
our-worst-foes-are-not-belligerent-circumstances-but-wavering-spirits-helen-keller
the-self-has-turned-out-to-mean-many-things-to-mean-them-ambiguously-to-be-wavering-in-its-application-that-we-do-not-feel-encouraged-f-h-bradley
my-work-explores-frontier-between-rationalism-superstition-wavering-boundary-between-two
let-us-hold-fast-the-profession-of-our-faith-without-wavering-for-he-is-faithful-that-promised
but-let-him-ask-in-faith-nothing-wavering-for-he-that-wavereth-is-like-a-wave-of-the-sea-driven-with-the-wind-and-tossed
of-believers-are-men-who-are-true-to-what-they-pledged-to-allah-some-them-have-fulfilled-their-vows-some-are-still-waiting-never-wavering-alahzab-23
my-center-is-giving-way-my-right-is-pushed-back-my-left-is-wavering-the-situation-is-excellent-i-shall-attack-james-keller
it-was-by-faith-nothing-wavering-that-joseph-saw-god-our-eternal-father-jesus-christ-his-son-thomas-s-monson
if-any-you-lack-wisdom-let-him-ask-god-that-giveth-to-all-men-liberally-upbraideth-not-it-shall-be-given-him-but-let-him-ask-in-faith-nothing-wavering-james-156-bible
where-unclarity-resides-there-is-temptation-there-it-proves-only-too-easily-stronger-wherever-there-is-ambiguity-wherever-there-is-wavering-there-is-soren-kierkegaard
the-passing-clouds-outside-window-form-perfect-backdrop-for-wavering-frames-i-see-moving-inside-my-mind-pavitraa-parthasarathy
reputation-is-only-a-candle-of-wavering-and-uncertain-flame-and-easily-blown-out-but-it-is-the-light-by-which-the-world-looks-for-and-finds-merit
we-should-ask-god-to-increase-our-hope-when-it-is-small-awaken-it-when-it-is-dormant-confirm-it-when-it-is-wavering-strengthen-it-when-it-is-weak-raise-it-up-when-it-is-overthrow
i-dont-want-to-die-without-telling-you-that-i-love-you-everetts-voice-was-faint-wavering-whisper-his-lips-swollen-bloodied-i-always-have-belle-whittington
yoga-is-about-will-working-with-intelligence-selfreflexive-consciousness-can-free-us-from-inevitability-wavering-mind-outwardly-directed-senses-bks-iyengar
no-matter-how-long-how-difficult-we-will-undo-whatever-that-moroi-boy-has-done-to-you-i-managed-wavering-smile-tasting-blood-in-my-mouth-you-sure-about-that-dad-because-hes-done-
what-is-life-a-gulf-troubled-waters-where-soul-like-vexed-bark-is-tossed-upon-waves-pain-pleasure-by-wavering-breath-passions-letitia-elizabeth-landon
better-wrong-will-than-wavering-better-steadfast-enemy-than-uncertain-friend-better-false-belief-than-no-belief-at-all-george-eliot
vindicate-me-o-lord-for-i-have-led-blameless-life-i-have-trusted-in-lord-without-wavering-psalm-261
i-understand-that-ups-downs-in-life-keep-wavering-its-important-to-understand-them-why-they-happen-so-i-learn-whatever-i-have-to-then-move-forward
rumour-is-pipe-blown-by-surmises-jealousies-conjectures-and-easy-plain-stop-that-blunt-monster-with-uncounted-heads-the-stilldiscordant-wavering-multitude-can-play-upon-it-willia
i-was-always-unusual-girl-my-mother-told-me-i-had-chameleon-soul-no-moral-compass-pointing-due-north-no-fixed-personality-just-inner-indecisiveness-lana-del-rey
venice-that-capital-city-dream-intrigue-that-double-city-one-above-seemingly-solid-one-below-wavering-reflected-in-waters-which-never-disappoints-erica-jong
you-live-die-in-batting-my-eyes-you-cast-wavering-shadow-over-snow-for-day-i-cast-my-shadow-over-empires-across-eons-orm-hinn-langi-dragon-lou-anders
for-children-love-is-feeling-for-adults-it-is-decision-children-wait-to-learn-if-their-love-is-true-by-seeing-how-long-it-lasts-adults-make-their-orson-scott-card
You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought. He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes. -After all, Haines began... Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not all unkind. -After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your own master, it seems to me. -I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian. -Italian? Haines said. A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me. -And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs. -Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean? -The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. -I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly. It seems history is to blame. The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of their brazen bells: ET UNAM SANCTAM CATHOLICAM ET APOSTOLICAM ECCLESIAM: the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.

James Joyce
you-behold-in-me-stephen-said-with-grim-displeasure-horrible-example-free-thought-he-walked-on-waiting-to-be-spoken-to-trailing-his-ashplant-by-his-side-its-ferrule-followed-ligh
nancy-waded-out-to-her-own-rocks-searched-her-own-pools-let-that-couple-look-after-themselves-she-crouched-low-down-touched-smooth-rubberlike-sea-anemones-who-were-stuck-like-lum
Months later, when I rarely saw the Angels, I still had the legacy of the big machine - four hundred pounds of chrome and deep red noise to take out on the Coast Highway and cut loose at three in the morning, when all the cops were lurking over on 101. My first crash had wrecked the bike completely and it took several months to have it rebuilt. After that I decided to ride it differently: I would stop pushing my luck on curves, always wear a helmet and try to keep within range of the nearest speed limit... my insurance had already been canceled and my driver's license was hanging by a thread. So it was always at night, like a werewolf, that I would take the thing out for an honest run down the coast. I would start in Golden Gate Park, thinking only to run a few long curves to clear my head... but in a matter of minutes I'd be out at the beach with the sound of the engine in my ears, the surf booming up on the sea wall and a fine empty road stretching all the way down to Santa Cruz... not even a gas station in the whole seventy miles; the only public light along the way is an all-night diner down around Rockaway Beach. There was no helmet on those nights, no speed limit, and no cooling it down on the curves. The momentary freedom of the park was like the one unlucky drink that shoves a wavering alcoholic off the wagon. I would come out of the park near the soccer field and pause for a moment at the stop sign, wondering if I knew anyone parked out there on the midnight humping strip.

Hunter S. Thompson
months-later-when-i-rarely-saw-angels-i-still-had-legacy-big-machine-four-hundred-pounds-chrome-deep-red-noise-to-take-out-on-coast-highway-cut-loose-at-three-in-morning-when-all
What good does it do me, after all, if an ever-watchful authority keeps an eye out to ensure that my pleasures will be tranquil and races ahead of me to ward off all danger, sparing me the need even to think about such things, if that authority, even as it removes the smallest thorns from my path, is also absolute master of my liberty and my life; if it monopolizes vitality and existence to such a degree that when it languishes, everything around it must also languish; when it sleeps, everything must also sleep; and when it dies, everything must also perish? There are some nations in Europe whose inhabitants think of themselves in a sense as colonists, indifferent to the fate of the place they live in. The greatest changes occur in their country without their cooperation. They are not even aware of precisely what has taken place. They suspect it; they have heard of the event by chance. More than that, they are unconcerned with the fortunes of their village, the safety of their streets, the fate of their church and its vestry. They think that such things have nothing to do with them, that they belong to a powerful stranger called 'the government.' They enjoy these goods as tenants, without a sense of ownership, and never give a thought to how they might be improved. They are so divorced from their own interests that even when their own security and that of their children is finally compromised, they do not seek to avert the danger themselves but cross their arms and wait for the nation as a whole to come to their aid. Yet as utterly as they sacrifice their own free will, they are no fonder of obedience than anyone else. They submit, it is true, to the whims of a clerk, but no sooner is force removed than they are glad to defy the law as a defeated enemy. Thus one finds them ever wavering between servitude and license. When a nation has reached this point, it must either change its laws and mores or perish, for the well of public virtue has run dry: in such a place one no longer finds citizens but only subjects.

Alexis de Tocqueville
what-good-does-it-do-me-after-all-if-everwatchful-authority-keeps-eye-out-to-ensure-that-my-pleasures-will-be-tranquil-races-ahead-me-to-ward-off-all-danger-sparing-me-need-even-
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