Quotes & Sayings About Oryx

Afterwards the greedy Howeitat saw more oryx in the distance and went after the beasts, who foolishly ran a little; then stood still and stared till the men were near, and, too late, ran away again. Their white shining bellies betrayed them; for, by the magnification of the mirage, they winked each move to us from afar. — T.E. Lawrence

You cynical shit," he told himself. Then he started to weep.
"Don't be so fucking sentimental," Crake used to tell him. But why not? Why shouldn't he be sentimental? It wasn't as if there was anyone around to question his taste.
Once in a while he considered killing himself-it seemed mandatory-but somehow he didn't have the required energy. Anyway, killing yourself was something you did for an audience, as on nitee-nitee. Under the circumstances, the here and now, it was a gesture that lacked elegance. He could imagine Crake's amused contempt, and the disappointment of Oryx: But Jimmy! Why do you give up? You have a job to do! You promised, remember?
Perhaps he failed to take seriously his own despair. — Margaret Atwood

You can't buy it, but it has a price," said Oryx. "Everything has a price. — Margaret Atwood

Of course (said Oryx), having a money value was no substitute for love. Every child should have love, every person should have it ... but love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you would make sure you were fed enough and not damaged too much. Also there were many who had neither love nor a money value, and having one of these things was better than having nothing. — Margaret Atwood

He slides off into half-sleep and dreams of Oryx, floating on her back in a swimming pool, wearing an outfit that appears to be made of delicate white tissue-paper petals. They spread out around her, expanding and contracting like the valves of a jellyfish. The pool is painted a vibrant pink. She smiles up at him and moves her arms gently to keep afloat, and he knows they are both in great danger. — Margaret Atwood

But rabbits belong to the Children of Oryx and are sacred to Oryx herself, and it would be a bad idea to offend the women. It — Margaret Atwood

A puff of air - whuff! - hits his ears, blows out the candle. He can't be bothered relighting it, because the bourbon is taking over. He'd rather stay in the dark. He can sense Oryx drifting towards him on her soft feathery wings. Any moment now she'll be with him. He sits crouched in the chair with his head down on the desk and his eyes closed, in a state of misery and peace. — Margaret Atwood

He doesn't know what is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him it he looks at it too clearly. — Margaret Atwood

None of those little girls had ever seemed real to Jimmy - they'd always struck him as digital clones ... Jimmy knew the drill. They were supposed to look like that, he thought ... There were at least three layers of contradictory make-believe, one on top of the other. I want to, I want to not, I want to ... Oryx smiled a hard little smile that made her appear much older ... Then she looked over her shoulder and right into the eyes of the viewer - right into Jimmy's eyes, into the secret person inside him. I see you, that look said. I see you watching. I know you. I know what you want. — Margaret Atwood

Illness had an element of shame to it; no one wanted to be contaminated by the illness of another. So the father of Oryx was pitied, but also blamed and shunned. His wife tended him with silent resentment. — Margaret Atwood

Oryx," he says. "I know you're there." He repeats the name. It's not even her real name, which he'd never known anyway; it's only a word. It's a mantra. Sometimes he can conjure her up. At first she's pale and shadowy, but if he can say her name over and over, then maybe she'll glide into his body and be present with him in his flesh, and his hand on himself will become her hand. But she's always been evasive, you can never pin her down. Tonight she fails to materialize and he is left alone, whimpering ridiculously, jerking off all by himself in the dark. — Margaret Atwood

Since the Roman Judeo-Christian heritage is pure Aryan in its origins, its adherents had no clue how to unlock the language contained in the Semitic book (i.e., Bible) that fell into their possession. Whether in Greek or in Latin, the word got translated into 'Unicorn', 'horn' or 'Rhinoceros'in total disregard to the existence of that very same animal which has that name, the Arabian Oryx. — Ibrahim Ibrahim

Now maybe I wouldn't do it, but I was a child then," said Oryx more softly. "Why are you so angry?"
"I don't buy it," said Jimmy. Where was her rage, how far down was it buried, what did he have to do to dig it up?
"You don't buy what?"
"Your whole fucking story. All this sweetness and acceptance and crap."
"If you don't want to buy that, Jimmy," said Oryx, looking at him tenderly, "what is it that you would like to buy instead?" (167) — Margaret Atwood

The tomb of ancient Egyptian Great Chief of the Oryx, Baqet III (2500 B.C.) — Jessie Perault