Demurred Def Quotes & Sayings

O miserable man, what a deformed monster has sin made you! God made you "little lower than the angels"; sin has made you little better than the devils — Joseph Alleine

Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his finity, - the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heavens artillery, - but the most tremendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence. All movement ceases, the sky clears, the heavens are as brass; the slightest whisper seems sacrilege, and man becomes timid, affrighted at the sound of his own voice. Sole speck of life journeying across the ghostly wastes of a dead world, he trembles at his audacity, realizes that his is a maggots life, nothing more. Strange thoughts arise unsummoned, and the mystery of all things strives for utterance. And the fear od death, of God, of the universe, comes over him, - the hope of the Resurrection and the life, the yearning for immortality, the vain striving of the imprisoned essence, - it is then, if ever, man walks alone with God.
- The White Silence — Jack London

If a donkey bray at you, don't bray at him. — George Herbert

If I made peace with Russia today, I'd only attack her again tomorrow. I just couldn't help myself. — Adolf Hitler

Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency — P.S. Martinez

Words, one may argue, are such a drag, useless - don't think it too much, just do it. And no - I agree - over-thinking is a curse, but it is without words when I over-think, when I over-burn neurons. With words, things find their place. I've said this to myself a million times. — Lange Weile

She just liked the name, because, for a five-foot-tall girl, pygmy tyrant sounded like a career. All — Maggie Stiefvater

Are you just going to stand there frying hamburgers while your child could be dying in a fire? — Yoko Ogawa

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world. — Edward Hopper

And Phoebe saw, with a dreadful clarity, that in the end she'd failed to interest her mother enough, failed to hold her attention. Some flaw within herself made her extraneous to everyone. She stopped on a corner overwhelmed by a terrible pain. It was her fault, her own fault. She'd done everything wrong.
Wait, she thought, but wait - walking again, faster now - maybe she'd misunderstood, maybe the deal with her mother had been that they each would live a secret life and not tell the other, but Phoebe hadn't realized - she'd failed to live the secret life and now her life was only this, a hundred empty years stretched uselessly behind her. — Jennifer Egan