Quotes
Quotes about Will
..the virtue of a man consists in managing the cityâs affairs capably, and so that he will help his friends and injure his foes while taking care to come to no harm himself. Or if you want a womanâs virtue, that is easily described. She must be a good housewife, careful with her stores and obedient to her husband.
I'm summoned by the fields and hills, The shady maples in the garden, The bank of the deserted burn, The liberties the country offers. Give me your hand. I will return At the beginning of October: We'll drink together once again, And o'er our cups of friendly candor Discuss a dozen gentlemen-- We'll talk of fools and wicked gentry, And those with flunkey's souls from birth, And sometimes of the Tsar of Heaven, And sometimes of the one on earth.
On atheism: I see it as a divinely bestowed state of other emptiness, a sort of dark night of the soul, into which the ultimate effulgence will rush unaware, and the unfaith become faith
I am near the end of the wine, but out there, the big wine is being poured â thin, slow, grey. Never more shall I taste the oncoming of this particular darkness. But I shall not be sorry to go. I am not seduced to this life by the dainty lusts, clothed in cold green and clean linen, of an English spring. If you plunge into that dark there, you will emerge at length into a raging sun and all the fabled islands of my East. And that is what I shall be doing tonight, off like a bird. Letâs dwell a space on the irony of a poetâs desperately winging out the last of his sweetness while the corrosives closed in.
And this new start meant a new leaf, life, willingness to atone, a search for stability, a fresh persona.
Where did one draw the line? Pity will serve: it often tastes like love.
Free will perhaps was the destructive siren
As the dagger pierces the optic nerve, blinding light is seen not to be the monopoly of the sun. That dagger continues to pierce, and it will never be blunted.
I will not force apart the jaws of heaven for my precocious entering. Heaven may open in its own good time without my prompting.
I remember laughing. Now I will remember the intention was tragic.
For the day may come, some thousand years hence, when even the works of Ben Jonson will be read little, but the bright eyes of Ben Jonson will flash out here and there in a breathtaking felicity of phrase from the green Eden of God's own book that may never die.
A highly sophisticated society will always be tempted to accord language a reality of its own
To make an illformed sentence like 'Boy out now Wellington transfuse coop'is to write true nonsense, but we are so structured that we will find meaning in it if we can. We will take it that the printer has erred, and that a boy just out of prison in the town of Wellington is willing to cooperate in giving blood for a transfusion
It is the godlike task of the novelist to create human beings whom we accept as living creatures filled with complexities and armed with ´free will
Any life will serve as a type of all lives
Animals will take love without demanding it; they have teeth, but they will not bite with the vindictiveness of human adults
Never wish for anything for you will get it
I split into several persons - the polite but inattentive listener, the unwilling student, the composer, the rabid reader of books unknowable to excisemen
A masterpiece will get itself written against all odds
He (James Joyce) is a modern novelist who has equipped our minds with the words and symbols we need in order to understand the contemporary world, and he will still be waiting to help when the fearsome future rolls in
Accept that man is imperfect, that good and evil exist, and you will not ... expect too much from him
There are two good reasons for writing much, if one can. The first is the need to earn; the second is the fear of an untimely death, which will prevent the half-formed books in one's mind from being realized. We know not the day nor the hour. I may be killed in a train accident when taking this present book to my publisher in London. You can see whether or not this happened by reading the blurb on the dust jacket
Useless to hope to hold off the unavoidable happening with that frail barricade of week, day or hour which melts as it is made, for time himself will bring you in his high-powered car, rushing to it, whether you will or not
Love water, love it will all your being, but only from the well or the picnic spring. Tasteless but grateful in summer, embracing the hollow of any vessel. But never follow water to the river or sea.
He went down and waited, willing death, which was not long, for when a man's work is done there is only death
