Sluttish Time Quotes & Sayings

Anything you write, even if you have to start over, is valuable. I let the story write itself through the characters. — Steve Buscemi

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments / Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; / But you shall shine more bright in these contents / Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. — John Green

Sometimes looking so hard can make one blind. — William Wharton

I don't know what weapons will be used in the Third World War. But I can tell you what they'll use in the Fourth - rocks! — Albert Einstein

That they will find each other during the play, once more, in the words of Shakespeare. — Gayle Forman

Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. (Off topic, but: What a slut time is. — John Green

[The humanities] invite - they compel - us to confront the truth about ourselves and help us to inhabit with greater understanding the disjointed condition of longing and defeat that defines the human condition. Achilles' reflections on honor and memory and the fleeting beauty of youth; Shakespeare's defense of love against the powers of "sluttish time" Kant's struggle to put our knowledge of certain things on an unchallengeable foundation so as to place the knowledge of others forever beyond reach; Caravaggio's painting of the sacrifice of Isaac, which depicts a confusion of loves that defeats all understanding; and so on endlessly through the armory of humanistic works: the subject is always the same. The subject is always man, whose nature it is to yearn to be more than he is. — Charles Murray

I'm only interested in fiction that in some way or other voices the very imagination which is conceiving it. — John C. Hawkes

[Spiritual friendship] is eagerly helping one another know, serve, love, and resemble God in deeper and deeper ways. — Timothy Keller

A long time ago, in a town with which I used to be familiarly acquainted, there dwelt an elderly person of grim aspect, known by the name and title of Doctor Grimshawe, whose household consisted of a remarkably pretty and vivacious boy, and a perfect rosebud of a girl, two or three years younger than he, and an old maid of all work, of strangely mixed breed, crusty in temper and wonderfully sluttish in attire. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Very simply, our physical and spiritual safety lies in never even getting close to the line that separates light from dark, good from evil. — Sheri L. Dew