Manshape Quotes & Sayings

I think people I'm close to find it absolutely crazy that I'm famous. — Zayn Malik

His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur's rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in violet nigh walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. I throw this ended shadow from me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Endless, would it be mine, form of my form? Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? — James Joyce

That was the time calculated by the barber who based his estimate on the length of his customers' stubble. — Jeff VanderMeer

If you feel pain, be attentive to it; don't do anything. Attention is the great sword; it cuts everything. You simply pay attention to the pain. — Osho

Today's thoughts and imaginations are tomorrow's reality. They will foster actions as the mother of all creativity. — Debasish Mridha

He thought of how convincingly he could describe this scene to friends and make them envy the fullness of his contentment. Why couldn't he convince himself? He had everything he'd ever wanted. He had wanted superiority
and for the last year he had been the undisputed leader of his profession. He had wanted fame
and he had five thick albums of clippings. He had wanted wealth
and he had enough to insure luxury for the rest of his life. He had everything anyone ever wanted. How many people struggled and suffered to achieve what he had achieved? How many dreamed and bled and died for this, without reaching it? — Ayn Rand

Open your mind before you open your mouth — Subroto Bagchi

Adams's proclivity for truculence and curtness probably emerged early. Uncertain of his abilities and laboring under an exaggerated sense of inadequacy, he probably fashioned such an aggressive manner as a defense mechanism. — John Ferling

Rather, it was the manshape that held them there, their necks craned, torn between the promise of doom and the disappointment of the ordinary. — Colum McCann