Quotes
Quotes about Name
Shame is an ornament of the young; a disgrace of the old.
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame.
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve Thy worth the greater, being wooed of time; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Soft-buzzing Slander; silly moths that eat An honest name.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. And one of the games to which it is most attached is called, ''Keep tomorrow dark,'' and which is also named (by the rustics in Shropshire, I have no doubt) ''Cheat the Prophet.'' The players listen very carefully and respectfully to all that the clever men have to say about what is to happen in the next generation. The players then wait until all the clever men are dead, and bury them nicely. Then they go and do something else. That is all. For a race of simple tastes, however, it is great fun.
Terrible he rode alone, With his yemen sword for aid; Ornament it carried none But the notches on the blade.
Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.
Whether we name divine presence synchronicity, serendipity, or graced moment matters little. What matters is the reality that our hearts have been understood. Nothing is as real as a healthy dose of magic which restores our spirits.
I went through baseball as "a player to be named later.".
That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my fucking clothes. (explaining why he keeps a color photo of himself above his locker)
Tom. (New coach of the NBA's Houston Rockets, when asked how he pronounced his name, 1966)
I told [GM] Roland Hemond to go out and get me a big name pitcher. He said, 'Dave Wehrmeister's got 11 letters. Is that a big enough name for you ?' (White Sox owner)
I can't really remember the names of the clubs that we went to. (on whether he had visited the Parthenon during his visit to Greece)
I am America. I am the part you won't recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of yourself. [Lat., Quid rides?] Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.]
Clearness ornaments profound thoughts. [Fr., La clarte orne les pensees profondes.]
Would he were fatter! But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius.
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there? What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon. What, up and down carved like an apple tart? Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop. Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
O villain, thou hast stol'n both mine office and my name! The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing. 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
