I Quotes
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“In the mood of relaxation and confidence that follows on being parboiled, it was easy enough to pump Mrs Weldon. A little diplomacy was needed, so as not to betray the ulterior object of the inquiry, but no detective could have had a more unsuspecting victim.”
Source: Have His Carcase
“In The Moon, Come to Earth Philip Graham takes us on the best kind of journey, as he simultaneously reveals the fascinating city of Lisbon--its neighborhoods, its writers, its customs, its cuisine--and offers an intimate portrait of his beloved family. With his far-reaching intellect Graham is the ideal travelling companion, and The Moon, Come to Earth is a beautiful and surprising book.”
“In the moonlight and under the stars
Somehow your face seems clearer
I revere your presence and remember
We are warriors
Thrusted onto this plane
We are strong
We must use our strength
While bearing compassion
It's easy to get lost
This place makes it so easy to get lost
But-
In the moonlight and under the stars
Somehow your presence seems clearer
And I remember
We are warriors”
“In the moonlight the artist came to see that the mittens worn by this little man were more like the paws of an animal. It almost made sense to the artist to have thought that the little man's hands were actually paws which had only appeared to be two black mittens. Then each of the paws separated into long thin fingers that wriggled wildly in the moonlight. But they could not have been the fingers of a hand, because there were too many of them. So what appeared to be fingers could not have been fingers, just as the hands were not in fact hands nor the paws really paws - no more than they were mittens.”
Source: Teatro Grottesco
“In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.”
Source: British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)
“In the moral calculus of currently prevailing state capitalism, profits and bonuses in the next quarter greatly outweigh concern for the welfare of one’s grandchildren, and since these are institutional maladies, they will not be easy to overcome. While much remains uncertain, we can assure ourselves, with fair confidence, that future generations will not forgive us our silence and apathy.”
“In the moral realm, there is very little consensus left in Western countries over the proper basis of moral behavior. And because of the power of the media, for millions of men and women the only venue where moral questions are discussed and weighed is the talk show, where more often than not the primary aim is to entertain, even shock, not to think. When Geraldo and Oprah become the arbiters of public morality, when the opinion of the latest media personality is sought on everything from abortion to transvestites, when banality is mistaken for profundity because [it's] uttered by a movie star or a basketball player, it is not surprising that there is less thought than hype. Oprah shapes more of the nation's grasp of right and wrong than most of the pulpits in the land. Personal and social ethics have been removed from the realms of truth and structures of thoughts; they have not only been relativized, but they have been democratized and trivialized.”
Source: The Gagging of God: Christianity Confronts Pluralism
“In the moral sphere, every act of justice or charity involves putting ourselves in the other person's place and thus transcending our own competitive particularity.”
Source: An Experiment in Criticism
“In the moral theology of the nineteenth century, kissing with tongues was a mortal sin "in intent and in the deed itself.”
Source: The Nuns of Sant'Ambrogio: The True Story of a Convent in Scandal
“In the moral world there is nothing impossible if we can bring a thorough will to it. Man can do everything with himself, but he must not attempt to do too much with others.”
“In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.”
Source: Imaginary Conversations
“in the mornin' po-lice at my door
Fresh adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out the back window.. I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape”
“In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.”
Source: Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks: 1847-1848
“In the morning
After taking cold shower
—-what a mistake—-
I look at the mirror.
There, a funny guy,
Grey hair, white beard, wrinkled skin,
—-what a pity—-
Poor, dirty, old man,
He is not me, absolutely not.
Land and life
Fishing in the ocean
Sleeping in the desert with stars
Building a shelter in the mountains
Farming the ancient way
Singing with coyotes
Singing against nuclear war—
I’ll never be tired of life.
Now I’m seventeen years old,
Very charming young man.
I sit quietly in lotus position,
Meditating, meditating for nothing.
Suddenly a voice comes to me:
“To stay young,
To save the world,
Break the mirror.”
Source: Break the Mirror
“In the morning, as we're enjoying a shower together, Cash asks Mikey how long he's been working here.
"Since I was fourteen."
"How OLD are you now?"
"Eighteen."
"Nice. Are there any other hot guys working here besides you?"
"I'm not a prostitute. I'm a ranch hand."
"Sorry- I didn't mean-"
"It's okay."
As they kiss and make up, I inform Cash that I was Mikey's first.
"Really?" Cash laughed. "You were?"
"Yeah-" Mikey answered. "He was."
"I was his birthday present last month..."
Cash laughed, "How much did that set you back-?”
Source: Uninhibited From Lust To Love
“In the morning Beauty awoke knowing she had dreamt again of her prince, but unable to remember any particulars of the dream. There were only the words echoing in her mind, the tone a mixture of urgent warning and ardent plea: "Do not trust appearances.”
Source: Trompe l'Oeil: Beauty and the Beast Retold
“In the morning, celebrate the beauty and warmth of sun light,
in the evening, celebrate the song of silence and love of night.”
“In the morning, every human being must contend with the reality that they are yet again themselves, and there's no cure for that, and slowly human being must get up and exist yet again within themselves, within that body, and carry with it every dumb thought it carries, and slowly stumble through the remainder of the day until human being can rest yet more and flee the living they're forced to endure.”
Source: The Compleat Lungfish
“In the morning fix thy good purpose; and at night examine thyself what thou hast done, how thou hast behaved thyself in word, deed, and thought.”
Source: Moody Classics Complete Set: Includes 19 Classics of the Faith in a Single Volume
“In the morning, I am generally purposeful. In the evening, I am content to be purposeless. It's in the afternoon, every afternoon I despair.”
Source: A Line Made By Walking
“In the morning I awoke early and experienced that sinking sensation that overcomes you when you first open your eyes and realize that instead of a normal day ahead of you, with its scatterings of simple gratifications, you are going to have a day without even the tiniest of pleasures; you are going to drive across Ohio.”
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagvat Geeta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions. I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
Source: Walden or, Life in the Woods
“In the morning I drink a glass of sunshine to brighten my heart. I smile to spread the light of life.”
“In the morning I get out of bed, I brush my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best. I want to be good to myself.”
Source: Brother
“In the morning I had decided that henceforth I only cared for easy loves. It is so degrading to have to persuade people into liking one, or one's works.”
Source: The diaries of Sylvia Townsend Warner
“In the morning I inspected my traveling companions and found a youth and a handsome old man with a wisp of gray beard sitting opposite me, sipping bitter tea. Presently the youth spoke to me, in formalities at first, and then inevitably of politics. I discovered that his wife’s uncle was a railway official and that he was traveling with a pass. He was on his way back to Szechuan, his native province, which he had left seven years before. But he was not sure that he would be able to visit his home town after all. Bandits were reported to be operating near there.
“You mean Reds?”
“Oh, no, not Reds, although there are Reds in Szechuan, too. No, I mean bandits.”
“But aren’t the Reds also bandits?” I asked out of curiosity.
“The newspapers always call them Red bandits or Communist bandits.”
“Ah, but you must know that the editors must call them bandits because they are ordered to do so by Nanking,” he explained. “If they called them Communists or revolutionaries that would prove they were Communists themselves.”
“But in Szechuan don’t people fear the Reds as much as the bandits?”
“Well, that depends. The rich men fear them, and the landlords, and the officials and tax collectors, yes. But the peasants do not fear them. Sometimes they welcome them.” Then he glanced apprehensively at the old man, who sat listening intently, and yet seeming not to listen. “You see,” he continued, “the peasants are too ignorant to understand that the Reds only want to use them. They think the Reds really mean what they say.”
“But they don’t mean it?”
“My father wrote to me that they did abolish usury and opium in the Sungpan [Szechuan], and that they redistributed the land there. So you see they are not exactly bandits. They have principles, all right. But they are wicked men. They kill too many people.”
Then surprisingly the graybeard lifted his gentle face and with perfect composure made an astonishing remark. “Sha pu kou!” he said. “They don’t kill enough!” We both looked at him flabbergasted.
Unfortunately the train was nearing Chengchow, where I had to transfer to the Lunghai line, and I was obliged to break off the discussion. But I have ever since wondered with what deadly evidence this Confucian-looking old gentleman would have supported his startling contention. I wondered about it all the next day of travel, as we climbed slowly through the weird levels of loess hills in Honan and Shensi, and until my train—this one still new and very comfortable—rolled up to the new and handsome railway station at Sianfu.”
“In the morning I stand up, scratch a little bit, then I light a candle and I meditate. Every morning. I've been meditating for maybe 20 years. I meditate so I can make choices; so I'm not a sheep all the time. So I can see better than what everyone else is doing.”
“In the morning I walk across the fields in a bright, arid light. When I return I can hear the grand piano being played through the open windows. I stand in the garden and listen. The lucidity of the sound seems more real to me than anything we have left behind us, than home, than the days whose repetition had laid a kind of fetter over my soul. In its solitariness it speaks to my own single nature. It startles me a little, to be spoken to; as though my life, the life of home, were a fake, and the real life was roaming somewhere in the world, fleet-footed, unique, uncapturable, to be glimpsed sometimes through an open window, and then to vanish again.”
Source: The Last Supper: A Summer in Italy
“In the morning I'd write these essays, anything that I'd feel like writing, and in the afternoon, I'd spend time with my guitar. I had decided after listening to my last four or five albums that my biggest weakness musically was melody. the reason I had been singing in a monotone over the chord patterns in my songs was that I never practiced doing melodies.”
“In the morning I'm like a snake in the spring: I need to lie out on a warm rock and let the sun sink into me before I can start wiggling around and get on with the day.”
“In the morning I'm often anti-semantic.”
Source: The Deep Blue Goodbye: Introduction by Lee Child: Travis McGee
“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.”
Source: Post Office
“In the morning, Junior would remember. With the first gray light of dawn, the verses would come to him with the searing sharpness of his headache, emblazoned on his eyes in needlepoints. He would remember exactly. And think to himself, It wasn't so simple as Paul made it in Galatians.
In the morning, Junior would remember Ishmael, and the mercies God showed him, like an apology for making him in the first place.”
Source: Children of Promise
“In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.”
“in the morning mist
pine trees on the hillside
tranquil”
“In the morning of life, before its wearisome journey, The youthful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being; It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit on its hopes; The wing of fancy is unclipped, and sin hath not seared the feelings: Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires are infinite, And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill the deep hollow within.”
“In the morning of like, work; in the midday, give counsel; in the evening, pray.”
“In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.”
Source: The Works of Robert Browning
“In the morning, on the day of remembrance, put the wheat in a bowl with walnuts, almonds and parsley. Add a message of devotion, a wish for the future, your gratitude to God. Sprinkle in cinnamon, not guilt. Throw in sesame seeds, throw away your fear. Turn out your mixture and create a mound - a monument to love. Brown some flour and sift. Add a layer of sugar. Press flat. Finally, crush the skin of a pomegranate with the remains of your fury and spread the seeds with love, in the shape of a cross.”
Source: Red Ink
“In the morning, people have a plan for that day. Hardworking people think of what they will do during the day, and idle people on what they should do.”
“In the morning's early hours, quiet voices were loud.”
Source: The Book Thief
“In the morning, she was not sure that she had slept as much as lived a set of vivid dreams, letting them linger so that she would not have to open her eyes and see the room.”
Source: Brooklyn
“In the morning, smile like the morning sun and give the best gift of a smile filled with the warmth of love.”
“In the morning stillness, when the world is just waking up and your conscious mind hasn't fully taken over, you may feel a connection or passageway to another world, and a feeling that something is about to happen in yours. It's like a quiet storm is coming. You can feel the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon, yet you have no idea of the deluge your life is about to experience.”
Source: Love, Loss, and What We Ate: A Memoir
“In the morning sun, I see myself, my true Self
I have served you and I have loved you
My beloved Soul
Who I was yesterday
Who I am today and
Who I become with the rising sun
I rise with you beloved Soul, space within
Tell me, whisper in my ear
Your truth
Tell me, when will the white buffalo come?
The prayers, sweetest of dreams of those before us
Of all here and now
Of those yet to come
I look to the sacred four directions
Father Sky
Mother Earth
Together we breathe
White buffalo calf woman
return, we are ready
Past, present, future
To usher in new times and new energies
Give us signs, show us the way
Balance,
Miracles
We are ready
Higher Self
Greater forces of the Universe
Breathe us forward
We wait no longer
We are the ones
We call upon you
White buffalo
Higher Self
Beloved Soul
Secure us in your strength, faith
Great will power
We breathe
We are ready
For it is you and
it is me
We are white buffalo calf woman
before you
Wait no longer for the other
Awaken
Feel your great strength
In the morning sun
We see ourselves, our true Self
Beloved, now we dance.”
Source: Sutras of the Heart: Spiritual Poetry to Nourish the Soul
“In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.”
“In the morning the sunflower blossoms due to the sun's rays. This morning I just wanted to remind you that my heart blossoms with love for you everyday I wake up and it is going to do that forever.”
“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”
Source: Gertrude Stein: Selections
“In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.”
Source: The Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway
“In the morning was again distressed as soon as I waked, hearing much talk about the world and the things of it. I perceived the men were in some measure afraid of me; and I discoursed something about sanctifying the sabbath, if possible to solemnize their minds: but when they were at a little distance, they again talked freely about secular affairs. Oh, I thought what a hell it would be, to live with such men to eternity!”
Source: The Works of President Edwards;: Narrative of conversions. Life and diary of the Rev. David Brainerd. Mr. Brainerd's journal. Mr. Brainerd's remains