Imlac Quotes & Sayings

Okay, what the fuck was that about? Since when are you such a little slut? — Jessica Sorensen

I grip him. "Don't leave me."
He kisses my lips, "Never again. This isn't me leaving you. This is me choosing you." He throws my words back at me.
He kisses me once more and then pushes off. He leaves and doesn't look back. I fight the urge to run after him. — Tara Brown

Inconsistencies," answered Imlac, "cannot both be right, but imputed to man they may both be true." - Rasselas. — George Eliot

Justice is that system of adjusting conflicting interests which makes the group strong and progressive rather than weak and retrogressive whereas injustice is a system of adjusting conflicting interests which makes a nation weak and retrogressive rather than strong and progressive. — Thomas Nixon Carver

The business of the poet, said Imlac, is to examine, not the individual, but the species. — Samuel Johnson

Be not too hasty," said Imlac, "to trust or to admire the teachers of morality: they discourse like angels, but they live like men. — Samuel Johnson

Opera is complex for those who perform it, but also for those who listen to it. It takes more time, more patience and more spirit of sacrifice. All this is well worth it because opera offers such deep sensations that they will remain in a heart for a lifetime. — Andrea Bocelli

She was a bibliophile - she would be perfectly happy never talking to another human being again as long as she had books to read. — Brenda L. Harper

People who relieve others of their money with guns are called robbers. It does not alter the immorality of the act when the income transfer is carried out by government. — Cal Thomas

I never wanted to be a businessman; I was a craftsman and good at working with my hands. At some point, I decided that this company is my best resource. Patagonia now exists to put into practice all the things that smart people are saying we have to do not only to save the planet but to save the economy. — Yvon Chouinard

A thoroughly ridiculous form of transport, but a thoroughly beautiful one. — Douglas Adams

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tense, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone. — Rainer Maria Rilke