Nobly Back Quotes & Sayings

If every man possessed everything he wanted, and no one had the power to interfere with such possession; or if no man desired thatwhich could damage his fellow-man, justice would have no part to play in the universe. — Thomas Huxley

It is not immodest, father. It's the fashion to wear bustles. HOBSON. Then to hell with the fashion. — Harold Brighouse

I wish Obama would focus on governing the United States and would forget his country's imperialist pretensions. — Hugo Chavez

Plain and simple, I hope, in a fairy tale way: in fairy tales it is often the humble to whom magic is revealed. — Kate Bernheimer

Jason Todd. AKA Red Hood. Former Robin. Died nobly. Came back a bit less noble. — Tom King

Every successful work of art is a collaboration between the known and the unknown. — Marty Rubin

I really want to drive a Porsche GT1 car - also a McLaren, if I could fit. I want to do LeMans badly. I want to do Spa, a European series with World SportsCars. — Craig T. Nelson

There was no indication of panic. The broken files marched back in steady step. The effort was nobly made and failed from the blows that could not be fended. — James Longstreet

So don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth 'Cause all that you have is your soul. — Tracy Chapman

Friend John, to you with so much experience already, and you too, dear Madam Mina, that are young, here is a lesson. Do not fear ever to think. A half thought has been buzzing often in my brain, but I fear to let him loose his wings. Here now, with more knowledge, I go back to where that half thought come from and I find that he be no half thought at all. That be a whole thought, though so young that he is not yet strong to use his little wings. Nay, like the 'Ugly Duck' of my friend Hans Andersen, he be no duck thought at all, but a big swan thought that sail nobly on big wings, when the time come for him to try them. — Bram Stoker

Mrs Whatsit was surely no longer a Mrs Whatsit. She was a marble-white body with powerful flanks, something like a horse but at the same time completely unlike a horse, for from the magnificently modeled back sprang a nobly formed torso, arms, and a head resembling a man's, but a man with a perfection of dignity and virtue, an exaltation of joy such as Meg had never before seen. No, she thought, it's not like a Greek centaur. Not in the least. From the shoulders slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, — Madeleine L'Engle