Sicklying Quotes & Sayings

I'm always trying to slip out of those labels everyone tries to put round your neck. We all have multiple selves. — Riz Ahmed

The vain.- We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities other ascribe to us - in order to deceive ourselves. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Who wouldn't love this jargon we dress common sense in: "formal innovation is no longer transformative, having been co-opted by the forces of stabilization and post-industrial inertia," blah, blah. But this co-optation might actually be a good thing if it helped keep younger writers from being able to treat mere formal ingenuity as an end in itself. MTV-type co-optation could end up a great prophylactic against cleveritis - you know, the dreaded grad-school syndrome of like "Watch me use seventeen different points of view in this scene of a guy eating a Saltine." The real point of that shit is "Like me because I'm clever" - which of course is itself derived from commercial art's axiom about audience-affection determining art's value. — David Foster Wallace

Who despises all that is despicable is made to be impressed with all that is grand. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

He was like a husband so jealous that he insists his wife have the very dreams he has. — Yukio Mishima

The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy. — Sophie Swetchine

It is possible that an individual may be successful, largely because he conserves all his powers for individual achievement and does not put any of his energy into the training which will give him the ability to act with others. The individual acts promptly, and we are dazzled by his success while only dimly conscious of the inadequacy of his code. — Jane Addams

But it's only when we allow ourselves to get lost that we can have the opportunity to find and be found. — Brandan Roberston

Father, I am welling over with limpid joy! No sicklying taint of sorrow overlies the lucid lake of liquid love, upon which, hand in hand, Aline and I are to float into eternity! — W.S. Gilbert