Saul Bellow Quotes
A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.Saul Bellow
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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.
D. H. Lawrence -
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.
Ralph G. Neas -
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.
D'Arcy Carden -
Equality is the soul of liberty; there is, in fact, no liberty without it.
Frances Wright -
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.
Maddie Ziegler -
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.
Olivier Messiaen
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I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.
Tea Obreht -
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.
D'Angelo -
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.
Ta-Nehisi Coates -
Death does not exist.
Edith Piaf -
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.
Caitlin Doughty -
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Edgar Allan Poe
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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!
Edgar Allan Poe -
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...
H. P. Lovecraft -
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.
Abraham Joshua Heschel -
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.
Rabindranath Tagore -
It is proper that we acknowledge the overwhelming weight of international opinion against the juvenile death penalty.
Anthony Kennedy -
Today I have so much to do: I must kill memory once and for all, I must turn my soul to stone, I must learn to live again- Unless ... Summer's ardent rustling Is like a festival outside my window.
Anna Akhmatova
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I am like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.
Mikhail Lermontov -
Gloom we have always with us, a rank and sturdy weed, but joy requires tending.
Barbara Holland -
It is interesting that cyberwarfare is developing into something conventional and attacking objects, infrastructure, and critical services.
Kersti Kaljulaid -
He wanted to be angry, his mission was was to be angry, and he had nothing to be angry about; the world would not let him rave, this was the great injustice he suffered from.
Christina Stead -
A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.
Saul Bellow