Quotes
Quotes about Gain
It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Who against hope believed in hope.
To live is Christ, and to die is gain.
If God be for us, who can be against us.
The dog is turned to his own vomit again.
They say that the soul of man is immortal: at one time it comes to an end - that which is called death - and at another is born again, but is never finally exterminated.
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.
The mind naturally strays and wanders, holding to nothing very long, coming back frequently to the same point again and again but rarely staying there
Well, believing is neither here nor there, you know. I believe in God and so what? I donât believe in God and so what again? It doesnât affect his own position, does it?
If time's a true dimension we can pace or race or chase both up and down - again, again, again.
Spiritual, surely. Paradise regained.
I shall never again know the aesthetic thrills which, from books and music and pictures, permeated my youth
One writes in grim earnest, only to discover that when my work is published that Burgess has done it again, another funny farce
Joyce might as well, in his last great dense book, have left us twenty pages of possible titles (perhaps he did; I must look again).
A masterpiece will get itself written against all odds
If Joyce is concerned with recording the highness of life, Beckett is obsessed with rendering its mysery. This is not perverseness, the deliberate grinding of the bad tooth; it is rather an attempt to discover what man is really like when he is stripped to show his essential condition, which is one of struggle against unheroic odds
'What would you have now?' 'No more. No no no more. Never again.' 'One last word. One last last last last word.' 'My Lord.'
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of daylight
You must not think of this again, not with your brain of the daylight
A different dream, gentlemen, a dream which, again, outstrips the reality
My whole world's shattered ... I have to build it up again, searching for a God I can believe in
We want peace and we want war. The workers want to be left in peace to wage war against the bosses
Your life was empty and you needed to fill it up again. So you chose the socialist cause. As a substitute for love. Not very flattering to the socialist cause
I'm white, okay, and that goes against me. I can't help being white. That's a matter of luck, good or bad
I had no desire to go home again, but I could import temporary fractions of my home to wherever I was
