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“Once more I realize that solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people (all naturally solitary people must feel this) precludes awareness of one's self, so after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.”
Source: At Seventy: A Journal
“Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.”
Source: Report to Greco
“Once more, I was left alone. My way of dealing with emotional distress was to immediately engage my heart and intellect in a search for new opportunities to develop. I knew that if I wanted to continue to live my life successfully, I would have to rise to unbelievable heights.”
Source: Know Thyself: An Autobiographical Manual for Designing a Successful Life
“Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.”
“Once more on my adventure brave and new.”
Source: Selections from Robert Browning
“Once more September marveled that even the Dodo knew what she wanted to be when she was grown. She simply could not think what she herself might do. September expected that destinies, which is how she thought of professions, simply landed upon one like a crown, and ever after no one questioned or fretted over it, being sure of one’s own use in the world. It was only that somehow her crown had not yet appeared. She did hope it would hurry up.”
“Once more
The guns roar.
Once more
The call goes forth for men.
Again
The war begins.
Again
False slogans become a bore.
Yet no one cries:
Enough! No more!
Like angry dogs the human race
Loves the snarl upon its face.
It loves to kill.
The pessimist says
It always will.
That I do not believe.
Some day
The savage in us will wear away.
Some day quite clearly
Men will see
How clean and happy life can be
And how,
Like flowers planted in the sun,
We, too, can give forth blossoms,
Shared by everyone.”
Source: Good Morning, Revolution: Uncollected Social Protest Writings
“Once more, the joyful character of the eucharistic gathering must be stressed. For the medieval emphasis on the cross, while not a wrong one, is certainly one-sided. The liturgy is, before everything else, the joyous gathering of those who are to meet the risen Lord and to enter with him into the bridal chamber. And it is this joy of expectation and this expectation of joy that are expressed in singing and ritual, in vestments and in censing, in that whole 'beauty' of the liturgy which has so often been denounced as unnecessary and even sinful.
Unnecessary it is indeed, for we are beyond the categories of the 'necessary.' Beauty is never 'necessary,' 'functional' or 'useful.' And when, expecting someone whom we love, we put a beautiful tablecloth on the table and decorate it with candles and flowers, we do all this not out of necessity, but out of love. And the Church is love, expectation and joy.”
Source: For the Life of the World: Sacraments and Orthodoxy
“Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.”
“Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.”
Source: Collected Poems
“Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge off the lighthouse island floats in on the still air the gentle trolling of a warning bell as it swings on the rocking buoy; it might be tolling for the passing of summer and sweet weather with that persistent, pensive chime.”
“Once more there sounded within me the terrible warning that there is only one life for all men, that there is only one life for all men, that there is no other and that all that can be enjoyed must be enjoyed here. In eternity no other chance will be given to us.”
Source: Zorba the Greek
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!”
Source: Henry V
“Once more unto the breach!' Sebastian cried, audibly scratching the wood. 'Dear friends, once more ... or close up this cabinet with our English dead.'
"'And we've reached the misquoting Shakespeare part of the evening,' Julian said.”
Source: Nine Liars
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger.”
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.”
“Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed
That knows his rider.”
“Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart, and my heart will go on and on.”
“Once more, you've proven just how brave you are.'
'I just... I just did what I thought was right.'
'And that often takes the most bravery, doesn't it?”
Source: Fall of Ruin and Wrath
“Once more, I am watching the most powerful men in the kingdom bring their power to bear on a woman who has done nothing worse than live to the beat of her own heart, see with her own eyes; but this is not their tempo nor their vision and they cannot tolerate any other.”
Source: The Lady of the Rivers
“Once more, never think that you can live to God by your own power or strength; but always look to and rely on him for assistance, yea, for all strength and grace.”
Source: Memoirs of the Rev. David Brainerd: Missionary to the Indians on the Borders of New-York, New-Jersey, and Pennsylvania: Chiefly Taken from His Own Diary
“Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up unless it looks like an ax murderer.”
“Once more: there are three offices according to whose directions the highest magistrates are chosen in certain states - guardians of the law, probuli, councilors - of these, the guardians of the law are an aristocratical, the probuli an oligarchical, the council a democratical institution.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Aristotle (Illustrated)
“Once munching has begun, Schopenhauer held, the human will cannot resist further munching, and the result is a universe with crumbs over everything.”
Source: Mere Anarchy
“Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time.”
“Once music is
detached from function, once it becomes a repertory art, it
explicitly strives to define itself, out of itself, to become "mathemat-
ical"—that is to say,
to begin from premises and proceed to
conclusions by interpreting its own universe, finding
its own
laws. Systems of harmony and counterpoint become tools for
elaborate musical explorations. A great deal of Western music
is as much a manifestation of idealism as is mathematics.”
Source: Emblems of Mind: The Inner Life of Music and Mathematics
“Once my body gives me the slip, how, I wonder, with such carrion on my hands, will I combat the capitulation of my organs?”
Source: The Trouble with Being Born
“Once my brother was very angry on my parents and told them “You should have killed me when I was a child”
Interestingly I was present and told him “I don’t think it is still too late” and I have never heard him complaining about life.”
Source: LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
“Once my doctor began treating my kidney disease, my greatest challenge was the constant exhaustion. Fortunately, my doctor explained that anemia was causing my exhaustion and that people with serious illnesses, like kidney disease, may be at increased risk for anemia.”
“Once my father said that conflicts are between rulers. Those that follow rulers can be perfectly nice, which is how you wind up with two perfectly nice people with daggers to each other's throats. Hyacinthe and I might have been friends, but for the part where we were set on opposite sides of a battlefield.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Once my hand has drawn something my eye has observed, I know it by heart, and I can draw it again without a model.”
“Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?”
“Once my husband said to me, 'I'm going to have some coffee. Do you want me to put some hot water on for you?' I thought that was the least he could do considering I was giving birth.”
“Once my jars were labeled, I felt contentedly thrilled with myself, as if I had pulled off a wonderful trick. People feel this way when they bake bread or have babies, and although they are perfectly entitled to feel that way, in fact, nature does most of the work.”
“Once my loved one accepted the diagnosis, healing began for the entire family, but it took too long. It took years. Can't we, as a nation, begin to speed up that process? We need a national campaign to destigmatize mental illness, especially one targeted toward African Americans. The message must go on billboards and in radio and TV public service announcements. It must be preached from pulpits and discussed in community forums. It's not shameful to have a mental illness. Get treatment. Recovery is possible.”
“Once my medical center was aware that I was pursuing workers compensation for occupational disease, I found that they would no longer treat me. When I asked why, I was told that they do not accept workers compensation patients. It is one of the largest hospitals in Tucson, Arizona. I found myself in a medical no-man’s land where I could not get on-going treatment from my established medical center.”
“Once my mom passed away, I have nobody to answer to. It's great.”
“Once my plate landed on the table, I couldn't help eating the hash like I was starving. He'd added a little sautéed garlic and parsley at the end, and the fragrance against the crispy potatoes made me hum with happiness.
I was about to pick up my plate and his to wash them when he said, "I could make amazing fries if you wanted."
I shook my head. "They wouldn't work for the book. People think deep-frying at home is incredibly messy, and the low-fat and low-carb lobbies finished the job."
He laced his fingers behind behind his head. "That's a shame. But I didn't mean for the book."
I stared at him. "You'd make fries just for me?"
His cheeks went a little pink.”
Source: The Slowest Burn
“Once negro community recognize it as such, they can adopt the same measures against the community that harbors the criminals who are responsible for this activity.”
“Once new information enters our awareness, we subconsciously look for it in our environment, leading to a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts.”
Source: Boldly Biased: How We Fool Ourselves
“Once "now" is said, it's already in the past.”
“Once Now You See Me proved that that tone could work, which I'm sure was a nightmare for them in post - is this too serious? Do we have to say that magic really does exist or not? - I can take that and have fun with the tone that they established.”
“Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. -Blackberry picking”
Source: Death of a Naturalist: Poems
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.”
Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“Once on the streets of New York a woman called the police because her child spoke to me.”
“Once one accepts the premise of the Declaration of Independence - that governments derive "their just powers from the consent of the governed" - it follows that the governed must, in order to exercise their right of consent, have full freedom of expression.”
“Once one assumes an attitude of intolerance, there is no knowing where it will take one. Intolerance, someone has said, is violence to the intellect and hatred is violence to the heart.”
Source: The Encyclopaedia of Gandhian Thoughts
“Once one becomes a man, he can and must make his own decisions. But I do offer warning. Even a good thing can become destructive if taken to excess.”
Source: The Alloy of Law: A Mistborn Novel
“Once one committed to finding an angel, claiming agnosticism was ludicrous.”
Source: The Lifecycle of Suns
“Once one concedes that a single world government is not necessary, then where does one logically stop at the permissibility of separate states? If Canada and the United States can be separate nations without being denounced as in a state of impermissible ‘anarchy’, why may not the South secede from the United States? New York State from the Union? New York City from the state? Why may not Manhattan secede? Each neighbourhood? Each block? Each house? Each person?”
Source: Man, Economy, and State with Power and Market, Scholar's Edition