P Quotes
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“Palabras más, palabras menos, lo que Barral viene a dar como razón o justificación de la preeminencia de la novela latinoamericana es el cruce casual y afortunado de dos elementos: un mundo que narrar y una lengua con que narrarlo.”
Source: Viajes con un mapa en blanco
“Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola. Plaga de bichos molestos, oye. Debería abrir las ventanas de par en par para que salgan a la calle las palabras, los lamentos, las viejas conversaciones tristes atrapadas entre los tabiques del piso deshabitado.”
Source: Patria
“Palace life is full of flowers outside before the common eyes, but bloodshed inside before the senses of kings and princes.”
“PALACE, n. A fine and costly residence, particularly that of a great official. The residence of a high dignitary of the Christian Church is called a palace; that of the Founder of his religion was known as a field, or wayside. There is progress.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Ambrose Bierce (Illustrated)
“Palaces are fancy toys built by people with inferiority complex in an effort to be superior to others!”
“Palaces are for the little men not for the great men because great man is humble!”
“Palaeontological research exhibits, beyond question, the phenomenon of provinces in time, as well as provinces in space.”
Source: The Natural History of the European Seas...
“Palaeontological research exhibits, beyond question, the phenomenon of provinces in time, as well as provinces in space. Moreover, all our knowledge of organic remains teaches us, that species have a definite existence, and a centralization in geological time as well as in geographical space, and that no species is repeated in time.”
Source: The Natural History of the European Seas...
“Palaeontologists cannot live by uniformitarianism alone. This may be termed the Phenomenon of the Fallibility of the Fossil Record.”
“Palaeontology is the Aladdin's lamp of the most deserted and lifeless regions of the earth; it touches the rocks and there spring forth in orderly succession the monarchs of the past and the ancient river streams and savannahs wherein they flourished. The rocks usually hide their story in the most difficult and inaccessible places.”
“Palaging ipaalala sa iyong sarili na ikaw ay pinagpala sa maraming paraan, Huwag kalimutan magpasalamat.”
“palavra verde
não vinga
carece”
“Palavra é aventura”
“Palavras gentis não custam muito, e ainda assim conquistam muito.”
“Palavras, sentimentos, ambos irrelevantes quando se vive o bastante para entender como o mundo funciona.”
“Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees.... Are we not better and at home In dreamful Autumn, we who deem No harvest joy is worth a dream? A little while and night shall come, A little while, then, let us dream.”
Source: The Poems of Ernest Dowson
“Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by one thin sheet of brittle glass--an iron wall to them; half-naked shivering figures stopped to gaze at Chinese shawls and golden stuffs of India.”
Source: The Life And Adventures Of Nicholas Nickleby
“Pale as ice you passed me by; I wondered what you really felt, And waited through the changing times, To see if you would one day melt. I thought that ice would melt with warmth, But there were thing I did not know: The sun can touch the outer layers But does not reach the deepest snow. Winter sometimes seems like years, Summer's sometimes far away, But winter always turns to summer, As surely as does night to day.”
“Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank!”
Source: The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
“Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end.”
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats
“Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.”
“Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.”
“Pale death kicks with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and the towers of kings.”
Source: The Odes of Horace
“Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.”
“Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.”
“Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.
[Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
Regumque turres.]”
“Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight. But roaring Bill, who killed him, thought it right.”
“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,
Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands,
Silent above the flowers, her children lost,
Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.”
“Pale January lay
In its cradle day by day
Dead or living, hard to say.”
Source: Days of the Year: A Poetic Calendar from the Works of A. Austin
“Pale lights illuminate The Seven’s inner chamber. Once bright, the lamps are overgrown, dimmed by a sheet of stone. The room is octagonal, one side for the supplicant, unadorned. Six others each house a figure, statue-like, covered from head to toe in a thick layer of rock. All appear human shaped, with discernible wings, their postures neutral, dead. The seventh alcove lies empty.
The Vagrant holds the sword up, letting it hum, calling, calling.
As if returning from a dream, The Seven respond, slowly, sonorously. Splitting the shells that cover them, yawning into life. One by one, they catch the call and return it, till the harmony swells, reverberating from the walls and leaping up, vanishing into the fathomless, ceilingless dark above.
Beautiful sounds mature, becoming words, musical, passed from one to the other, filling the chamber and the Vagrant’s ears.
‘Mourning has become morning, and we rejoice …’
‘We rejoice in the proximity of your flame once more …’
‘Once more we are Seven …’
‘Are Seven together, come …’
‘Come and join with us …’
‘Join with us your light, diminished but still bright.’
Six arms drift out, gesturing to the last alcove, inviting.
Neither Vagrant nor sword move. An eye studies the chamber, pausing at each alcove, noting the blades housed there, buried beneath layers of stone, useless. Rage simmers between sword and Vagrant. He takes a lock of hair from an inner pocket, throws it down on the floor between them. The sword lowers to point at it, then sweeps across the figures, then makes a hard stab towards the doors.
Six faces freeze as the joyous echoes of song die out.
The Vagrant swallows in a throat suddenly dry.
Vesper dares a quick peek from behind the Vagrant’s coat.
Alpha, of The Seven, sings out. The note begins wondrous but imperfect, the others soon match him.
‘We see now your pain, most furious …’
‘Most furious you are and desperate to fight …’
‘To fight once more, your desire …’
‘Your desire we grant, go forth, take a second flame to our enemies …’
Voices come together, their force rocking the Vagrant backwards until he is pinned to the wall. Vesper holds his hand tightly, little feet rising from the floor.
‘Do not stop …’
‘Stop when the cancer …’
‘Cancer is cut …’
‘Cut from the bones …’
‘Bones and flesh …’
‘Flesh of the land …’
‘Land is clean!’
The Vagrant closes his eyes, squeezes them tight. He braces himself against the sound, pulling Vesper behind him raising the sword in front. Silvered wings unfurl protectively, shielding his face. An eye widens, blazing with indignation.
‘Then …’
‘Then, then and only then …’
‘Only then will you be free …’
‘Be free to return to us …’
‘Return to us and rejoice …’
‘Rejoice for true, complete again. Immaculate.’
Six go quiet, demands echoing after. Vesper’s feet touch floor again and she wraps herself around a comforting leg.
In the Vagrant’s hand, the sword trembles, humming dangerously. He takes a deep breath. From the depths of his stomach something is forged, travelling inevitably, gaining force as it goes, following tubes behind ribs, up through the chest, into the throat, teeth parting, allowing it outside.
The Vagrant opens his eyes, they are full of weariness, disgust, conviction.
‘No.”
“Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just turning yellow,with red-berried rowans and thicket of bracken, the heath lay steeped in sunshine.”
Source: A Country Calendar, and Other Writings
“Pale sky, white land; like somewhere past the end of the world”
“Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.”
“Pale winter sun
Is beatin' the ground
Why'm I throwin' away
The best thing that I've found
My young heart's in tatters and I'm sure
That it will be a long time healing
It's so hard to see what I'm doing this for
When loneliness is all that I'm feeling”
“Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.”
“Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.”
“Paleoanthropology is not a science that ends with the discovery of a bone. One has to have the original to work with. It is a life-long task.”
“Paleoecology teaches that refugia are not only physical places, but they also represent bottlenecks along a timeline. Large populations of trees, insects, birds, and more shrink down to tiny remnants during times of adversity, but when glaciers retreat and weather warms, populations rebound. If conditions permit, populations spring from their refugia into their former ranges or, perhaps, into new places with favorable soils and climate. Sometimes I imagine that Lumbee ancestors who sought refuge in the remotest parts of their lands were biding their time, waiting to spring forth into a radically transformed world.”
Source: On the Swamp: Fighting for Indigenous Environmental Justice
“Paleontologist Niles Eldredge, a prominent evolutionist, said: 'The doubt that has infiltrated the previous, smugly confident certitude of evolutionary biology’s last twenty years has inflamed passions.' He spoke of the 'lack of total agreement even within the warring camps,' and added, 'things really are in an uproar these days . . . Sometimes it seems as though there are as many variations on each [evolutionary] theme as there are individual biologists.'”
“Paleontologists [fossil experts] have paid an exorbitant price for Darwin's argument. We fancy ourselves as the only true students of life's history, yet to preserve our favored account of evolution by natural selection we view our data as so bad that we almost never see the very process we profess to study.”
“Paleontologists do not have to search for famous "missing link" from which humans supposedly came, and current great apes. This link is simply the socialist - because he has both monkey genes.”
“Paleontologists ever since Darwin have been searching (largely in vain) for the sequences of insensibly graded series of fossils that would stand as examples of the sort of wholesale transformation of species that Darwin envisioned as the natural product of the evolutionary process. Few saw any reason to demur - though it is a startling fact that ...most species remain recognizably themselves, virtually unchanged throughout their occurrence in geological sediments of various ages.”
“Paleontologists had long been aware of a seeming contradiction between Darwin's postulate of gradualism, confirmed by the work of population genetics, and the actual findings of paleontology. Following phyletic lines through time seemed to reveal only minimal gradual changes but no clear evidence for any change of a species into a different genus or for the gradual origin of an evolutionary novelty. Anything truly novel always seemed to appear quite abruptly in the fossil record.”
Source: One Long Argument: Charles Darwin and the Genesis of Modern Evolutionary Thought
“Paleontologists have tried to turn Archaeopteryx into an earth-bound, feathered dinosaur. But it's not. It is a bird, a perching bird. And no amount of 'paleobabble' is going to change that.”
“Palermo is dotted everywhere with frittura shacks- street carts and storefronts specializing in fried foods of all shapes and cardiac impacts. On the fringes of the Ballarò market are bars serving pane e panelle, fried wedges of mashed chickpeas combined with potato fritters and stuffed into a roll the size of a catcher's mitt. This is how the vendors start their days; this is how you should start yours, too. If fried chickpea sandwiches don't register as breakfast food, consider an early evening at Friggitoria Chiluzzo, posted on a plastic stool with a pack of locals, knocking back beers with plates of fried artichokes and arancini, glorious balls of saffron-stained rice stuffed with ragù and fried golden- another delicious ode to Africa.
Indeed, frying food is one of the favorite pastimes of the palermitani, and they do it- as all great frying should be done- with a mix of skill and reckless abandon. Ganci is among the city's most beloved oil baths, a sliver of a store offering more calories per square foot than anywhere I've ever eaten. You can smell the mischief a block before you hit the front door: pizza topped with french fries and fried eggplant, fried rice balls stuffed with ham and cubes of mozzarella, and a ghastly concoction called spiedino that involves a brick of béchamel and meat sauce coated in bread crumbs and fried until you could break someone's window with it.”
Source: Pasta, Pane, Vino: Deep Travels Through Italy's Food Culture
“Palermo non mi piaceva, per questo ho imparato ad amarla. Perché il vero amore consiste nell'amare ciò che non ci piace per poterlo cambiare.”
“Palermo was lovely. The most beautifully situated town in the world - it dreams away its life in the Conca d'Oro, the exquisite valley that lies between two seas. The lemon groves and the orange gardens were entirely perfect.”
Source: Letters
“Palestina ni nchi ya Waisraeli waliyopewa na Mungu wa Yakobo. Hata hivyo, hawakutimiza masharti. Mungu aliwaagiza kuua kila mtu katika nchi ya Kaanani na miji yake yote. Waisraeli, wakiongozwa na Yoshua, waliua watu wengi katika nchi ya Kaanani. Hawakuua kila mtu katika miji ya Ashdodi, Gathi na Ukanda wa Gaza kama walivyoagizwa. Mungu alimwambia Ibrahimu kuwa angempa yeye na uzao wake nchi ya Kaanani kuwa milki yao ya milele, na kuwa Yeye ndiye angekuwa Mungu wao daima. Vita ya Israeli na Palestina itamalizwa na Mungu. Itamalizwa na hekima.”
“Palestine belongs to the Arabs in the same sense that England belongs to the English or France to the French.”
Source: Gandhi: Selected Writings
“Palestine belongs to the Arabs in the same sense that England belongs to the English or France to the French. It is wrong and inhuman to impose the Jews on the Arabs... Surely it would be a crime against humanity to reduce the proud Arabs so that Palestine can be restored to the Jews partly or wholly as their national home”
Source: The Gandhi Reader: A Sourcebook of His Life and Writings