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Nuestro portero descubrio , o creyo descubrir, que su labor no se pod|a limitar a abrir la puerta del edificio, sino que e l, el portero, era el sen alado, el elegido, el indicadopara mostrarles a todas aquellas personas una puerta ma s amplia y hasta entonces invisible o inaccesible; puerta que era la de sus propias vidas. Our doorman discovered (or thought he had discovered) that his tasks could not be limited to just opening the door of the buildingbut that he, the doorman, was the one chosen, elected, singled outto show everyone who lived there a wider door, until then either invisible or inaccessible: the door to their own lives.
More often than not, our lives resemble the stuff of eighteenth-century novels.
Unrecorded, unrenowned, Men from whom my ways begin, Here I know you by your ground But I know you not within There is silence, there survives Not a moment of your lives.
It seems to methat there are statements about the world andourlivesthat havenoneedofformalproof procedures.
People are looking to other lives for answers to questions about their own.
And all their lives, like that, they'll have to rush Forwards in reverse, always holding their caps.
Science and technology, like all original creations of the human spirit, are unpredictable. If we had a reliable way to label our toys good and bad, it would be easy to regulate technology wisely. But we can rarely see far enough ahead to know which road leads to damnation. Whoever concerns himself with big technology, either topushitforwardor tostop it, isgambling inhumanlives.
One of the strongest motives that lead people to give their lives to art and science is the urge to flee from everyday life, with its drab and deadly dullness and thus to unshackle the chains of one's own transient desires, which supplant one another in an interminable succession so long as the mind is fixed on the horizon of daily environment.
I read about writers' lives with the fascination of one slowing down to get a good look at an automobile accident.
Chaque instant de notreVie est essentiellement irrempla c° able: sache parfois t'y concentrer uniquement. Every instant of Life is essentially irreplaceable: concentrate on it fully from time to time.
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.
Annapurna, towhichwehadgone empty-handed, was a treasure on which we should live the rest of our lives. With this realization we turn the page: a new life begins. There are other Annapurnas in the lives of men.
O! men with sisters dear, O! men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
We are nearer today to the ideal of the abolition of poverty and fear from the lives of men and women than ever before in any land.
Man lives by science as well as bread.
The Europeans have scarcely visited any coast, but to gratify avarice, and extend corruption; to arrogate dominion without right, and practice cruelty without incentive But there isreason to hopethat the light of the gospel will at last illuminate the sands of Africa, and the deserts of America, though its progress cannot but be slow when it is so much obstructed by the lives of Christians.
It mattersnot howa mandies,but how helives.Theact of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
Discrimination is a hellhound that gnaws at negroes in every waking moment of their lives, to remind them that the lie of their inferiority is accepted as truth in the society dominating them.
A man lives well and happily until he begins to feel unwell. Then he feels worse because the climate allows him no chance of pulling himself togetherand then he dies.
He would surprise them out of their jumpsome lives.
We're all going to go crazy, living this epidemic every minute, while the rest of the world goes on out there, all around us, as if nothing is happening, going on with their own lives and not knowing what it'slike, what we'regoing through.We're living through war, but where they're living it's peacetime, and we're all in the same country.
La plupart des hommes emploient la meilleure partie de leur vie a' rendre l'autre mise rable. Most people spend the greater part of their lives making others miserable.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
For books are more than books, they are the life The very heart and core of ages past, The reason why men lived and worked and died, The essence and quintessence of their lives.
So this is what our lives have been given to find, A language that can serve our purposes, A marvellous lucidity, a quality of fieryaery light, Flowing like clear water, flying like a bird Burning like a sunlit landscape.
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ryTay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time.
What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it.
Do such moments really mean, as they seem to, that we have a life of happiness with whichwe onlyoccasionally, knowingly, intersect? Do theyshed such light beforeand after that all that has happened in our livesor that we've made to happencan be dismissed?
Look at the poor lives we lead.It is a wonder that we are so good as we are, not that we are so bad.
Women Whose Lives Are Food, Men Whose Lives Are Money.
Strange interlude! Yes, our lives are merely strange dark interludes in the electrical display of God the Father!
Thus our twin souls in one shall grow, And teach the world new love, Redeem the age and sex, and show A flame fate dares not move: And courting death to be our friend, Our lives, together too, shall end.
All political lives, unless they are cut off in mid-stream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs.
Si notre vie est vagabonde, notre me moire est se dentaire. Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.
There may have been disillusionments in the lives of the medieval saints, but they would scarcely have been better pleased if they could have foreseen that their names would be associated nowadays chiefly with racehorses and the cheaper clarets.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.
The question that isso clearly in many potential parents' minds: 'Why should we stunt our ambitions and impoverish our lives in order to be insulted and looked down upon in our old age?'
It's no fish ye're buyingit's men's lives.
The South African police would leave no stone unturned to see that nothing disturbed the even terror of their lives.
He lives, he wakes,'tis Death is dead, not he.
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow. Between the double and the single bell Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below, I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre. Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun, And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
Yet never can he die, but dying lives, And doth himself with sorrow new sustain, That death and life attonce unto him gives, And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
To live out of doors with the woman a man loves is of all lives the most complete and free.
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowered closes, Green pleasure or grey grief.
There are some lives duller Than dusty glass
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
The national sport of England is obstacle-racing. People fill their rooms with useless and cumbersome furniture, and spend the rest of their lives trying to dodge it.
For sheer courage and endurance, physical and mental, the two men stand together as examples of what toughness the body will find, if the spirit within it is tough; and as very worthy representatives of our national capacity for individual enterprise, which it is hoped even themodern craze for regulating everydetail of our lives will never stifle.
The Life and Loves of a She-Devil.
The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order, a timetable not necessarilyperhaps not possiblychronological It isthe continuousthread of revelation.
Miss Farish, who was accustomed, in the way of happiness, to such scant light as shone through the cracks of other people's lives.
And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well as I: For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die.
I am not interested in the ephemeralsuch subjects as the adulteries of dentists. I am interested in those things that repeat and repeat in the lives of the millions.
These people in the senseless hurry of their idle lives do not read books, they merely snatch a glance at them that they may talk about them. And even if this were not so, never forget what I believe was observed by Coleridge, that every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great or original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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