Saul Bellow Quotes
A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
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Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description.
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The death of chief justice Rehnquist and the president's nomination of John Roberts raises the stakes for the court and the American people exponentially.
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I love C-3PO; I love the girl from 'Ex Machina' - these kind of robots that have so much soul that you feel for them.
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Equality is the soul of liberty; there is, in fact, no liberty without it.
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I just want to continue to pursue dancing. I want to focus on making it out there and showing everybody my heart and soul through dance... and do it until I can't walk anymore.
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The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.
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I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.
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The thing with me is, about that - about rock and all that - years and years of crate-digging, listening to old music, you kind of start to connect the dots. And I was seeing the thread that was connecting everything together, which is pretty much the blues. And everything soul or funk kind of starts with that.
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I think the body is the ultimate thing. The soul and mind are part of the body. I don't think there is anything outside of that. Your physical self is who you are. Some people feel that that is reductionist, but I don't think it is. It's just true.
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I do not take up a responsibility unless I am sure of putting my heart and soul into it.
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Death does not exist.
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I've worked very hard to become comfortable with how death works and why it happens. I now know that death isn't out to get me.
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To deprive a man of his natural liberty and to deny to him the ordinary amenities of life is worse then starving the body; it is starvation of the soul, the dweller in the body.
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And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
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It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night - and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul!
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Madness rides the star-wind... claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses... dripping death astride a bacchanale of bats from nigh-black ruins of buried temples of Belial...
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I still carry the marks on my body of what those 'German supermen' did to me then. I was sentenced to death.
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Faith is something that comes out of the soul. It is not an information that is absorbed but an attitude, existing prior to the formulation of any creed.
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I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
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The de-eroticization of the world, a companion to its disenchantment … seems to result from a combination of causes-our democratic regime and its tendencies toward leveling and self-protection, a reductionist-materialist science that inevitably interprets eros as sex, and the atmosphere generated by 'the death of God' and of the subordinate god, Eros.
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I had to be physically and emotionally naked, show both my body and soul. I felt emotionally vulnerable and physically exposed, it was a hard choice to make but I was intrigued since the beginning. I think that...the things that scare you the most are the ones you gotta do.
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Ideologies, however appealing, cannot shape the whole structure of perceptions and conduct unless they are embedded in daily experiences that confirm them.
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I know in the heat of battle, it's hard not to get angry, especially in the 19th inning.
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A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
