Maundered Quotes & Sayings

There is no closed figure in nature. Every shape participates with another. No one thing is independent of another, and one thing rhymes with another, and light gives them shape. — Henri Cartier-Bresson

Oh, thank God. It wasn't the pens talk. — Courtney Milan

Gvarab was old enough that she often wandered and maundered. Attendance at her lectures was small and uneven. She soon picked out the thin boy with big ears as her one constant auditor. She began to lecture for him. The light, steady, intelligent eyes met hers, steadied her, woke her, she flashed to brilliance, regained the vision lost. She soared, and the other students in the room looked up confused or startled, even scared if they had the wits to be scared. Gvarab saw a much larger universe than most people were capable of seeing, and it made them blink. The light-eyed boy watched her steadily. In his face she saw her joy. What she offered, what she had offered for a whole lifetime, what no one had ever shared with her, he shared. He was her brother, across the gulf of fifty years, and her redemption. — Ursula K. Le Guin

In 2012, those French Muslim people voted massively for Francois Hollande against Nicolas Sarkozy. With the results of elections getting even tighter, those votes can make the difference. I am obviously not in favour of a "community electorate," however, pressure is so great on them that I can easily understand how it can affect their votes. — Tariq Ramadan

The old man moaned and maundered, murmured, muttered, mumbled odds of this and ends of that, bits and pieces, shreds and edges, full of ifs and whens and theres and thens, amounting in the end and all to six times less than nothing. — James Thurber

Love and sacrifice are not the same thing, but they are inseparable. To think of Christ and to think of the Cross is not the same thing, but the association is so close that the implication is immediate. Where love has been preached without sacrifice, it has not led to love but to license. — Hubert Van Zeller

I find forgiveness to be really healthy. — Ben Affleck

I think, as a woman, you do sort of have to work twice as hard, but I don't feel as if I wasn't given opportunities. — Lorene Scafaria

Hush. Don't ask any questions. It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do."
"But suppose there are two mobs?" suggested Mr. Snodgrass.
"Shout with the largest," replied Mr. Pickwick.
Volumes could not have said more. — Charles Dickens

Marinus blows out a mouthful of air. Did close-range artillery knock any sense into you, or are we staying? — David Mitchell

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The intellectual tradition is one of servility to power, and if I didn't betray it I'd be ashamed of myself. — Noam Chomsky

My brother Max nodded knowingly. Head injuries can answer a lot of questions that genetics are just too afraid to ask. — Andrew Smith

That's a queer sentiment.' William shrugged. 'Dying for your country is a good bit less useful than living for it. — Hilary Rhodes

You're not a hypocrite. You aim toward lofty heights. The fact that your arrow cannot always reach them does not make you a hypocrite. — Harlan Coben

Hidden away in the inner nature of the real man is the law of his life, and someday he will discover it and consciously make use of it. He will heal himself, make himself happy and prosperous, and life in an entirely different world. For he will have discovered that life is from within and not from without. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm not a car guy. The subway gets me where I need to go efficiently and cheaply, and I don't worry about traffic. — Joe Scarborough

What had the man had, to make him by the loss of it so bleed and yet live? Something - and this reached him with a pang - that he, John Marcher, hadn't; the proof of which was precisely John Marcher's arid end. No passion had ever touched him, for this was what passion meant; he had survived and maundered and pined, but where had been his deep ravage? ... The escape would have been to love her; then, then he would have lived. — Henry James