Eliot Weinberger Quotes
What is WIND and what is BONE have never been conclusively determined by the generations of Chinese critics, but what is certain, according to Liu Hsieh, is that the perfect combination or balance of WIND and BONE, the metaphor for the ideal poem, is a bird.
Eliot Weinberger
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Daisy was a consciously happy young woman without any of the usual endowments that make for conscious happiness, money apart. She was not pretty, she was not clever, she had no friends, no talents, nor even an imagination to make her think she was happy when she was really miserable. As she was never miserable, she had no need of an imagination.
Laura Riding
If it’s anything that’s going to result in suffering to animals or people, then I don’t think the end justifies the means. … Yeah; but then again if you could hurt ten people to save 100 people and there was no option, what would you do? I can’t really address that.
Ingrid Newkirk
But the Queen has no such veto; She must sign her own death-warrant if the two Houses unanimously send it up to her.
Walter Bagehot
'I keep hoping you’ll tell me. You’re the god, after all. If I prayed to you for guidance, and you decided to answer, what would you tell me?''I wouldn’t answer.''Because you don’t care? Or because you wouldn’t know what to say?'More silence.
N. K. Jemisin
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
Edmund Spenser
When you have been just told that the girl you love is definitely betrothed to another, you begin to understand how Anarchists must feel when the bomb goes off too soon.
P. G. Wodehouse
How happily, said Austerlitz, have I sat over a book in the deepening twilight until I could no longer make out the words and my mind began to wander, and how secure have I felt seated at the desk in my house in the dark night, just watching the tip of my pencil in the lamplight following its shadow, as if of its own accord and with perfect fidelity, while that shadow moved regularly from left to right, line by line, over the ruled paper.
W. G. Sebald
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
This is something that concerns me because we had a kind of an eco-system, a balance between the different leagues and countries and now we have an intruder who might disrupt that balance.
Javier Tebas
I am a mystery to myself.
Angelina Grimke
Unfortunately, it is highly probable that a weapon went astray and hit civilian buildings.
Javier Solana
What is WIND and what is BONE have never been conclusively determined by the generations of Chinese critics, but what is certain, according to Liu Hsieh, is that the perfect combination or balance of WIND and BONE, the metaphor for the ideal poem, is a bird.
Eliot Weinberger
