Liberte :, hurlement de couleurs crispe es, entrelacements des contraires et de toutes les contradictions, des grotesques, des inconse quences:. Freedom:, a howl of unnerving colours, intertwinings of contrarities and contradictions, of the grotesque, of inconsistencies:.
Young men, you who have any piety at all, what sort is it? Is it a hot-house plant, which must be framed and glassed, lest March, that bold young fellow, should shake the life out.of it in his rough play among the flowers? or is it a hardy shrub, which rejoices when the wild winds course along the heather or howl above the crest of Lebanon ' We need, believe me, the bravery of godliness to bear true witness for our Master now.
william morley punshonI can make this march, and I will make Georgia howl!
william tecumseh shermanIf your path had been smooth, you would have depended upon your own surefootedness; but God roughened the path, so you have to take hold of His hand. If the weather had been mild, you would have loitered along the watercourses, but at the first howl of the storm you quickened your pace heavenward and wrapped around you the warm robe of Saviour’s righteousness.
thomas de witt talmageI associated it (the word 'Hourloupe', as title of his longest series of work he made exclusively from 1962 to 1974, fh) by assonance with ‘hurler’ (to shout), hululer (to howl), loup, (wolf), ‘Riquet à la Houppe’ and the title of Maupassant’s book ‘Le Horla’, inspired by mental distraction.
jean dubuffetMy opinion of my whole experience varies from time to time. In broad daylight, and at most seasons I am apt to think the greater part of it a mere dream; but sometimes in the autumn, about two in the morning when winds and animals howl dismally, there comes from inconceivable depths below a damnable suggestions of rhythmical throbbing ... and I feel that the transition of Juan Romero was a terrible one indeed.
h. p. lovecraftAnd so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and to his wider fame. Preserve only a good conscience toward God, and a loving purpose toward your fellow men, and you need not wince nor tremble, though the pack of the spaniel-hearted hounds snarl at your heels.
Once upon a time there lived boyers (nobles, land owners) who had to howl like wolves. There were periods when even the boyers had bad times.
He who keeps company with wolves, will learn to howl as a wolf.
Oh love will make a dog howl in rhyme.
All hatred driven hence, The soul recovers radical innocence And learns at last that it is self-delighting, Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will; She can, though every face should scowl And every windy quarter howl Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
Young men, you who have any piety at all, what sort is it? Is it a hot-house plant, which must be framed and glassed, lest March, that bold young fellow, should shake the life out.of it in his rough play among the flowers? or is it a hardy shrub, which rejoices when the wild winds course along the heather or howl above the crest of Lebanon? We need, believe me, the bravery of godliness to bear true witness for our Master now.
Let me hear a coyote howl, Or a lonesome hound dog bay. Back to the heart of those lonesome hills I'm gonna be some day. For Oklahoma I'm yearning.
The madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death.
Allen GinsbergIf [Georgians] raise a howl against my barbarity and cruelty, I will answer that war is war, and not popularity-seeking. If they want peace, they and their relatives must stop the war.
I used to think of that line in Allen Ginsberg’s ‘howl’, about the ‘sad cup of coffee’.. ..I have had cold coffee and hot coffee and lousy coffee, But I’ve never had a sad cup of coffee.
Robert RauschenbergStorms, thunders, waves! howl, crash, and bellow till ye get your fill; Ye sometimes rest; men never can be still But in their graves.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.
The courage to press on regardless regardless of whether we face calm seas or rough seas, and especially when the market storms howl around us is the quintessential attribute of the successful investor.
john bogle