Jacob Quotes

The results will be very good.

Children think around corners.

perhaps the problem of evil is a human problem, one of an egotistical mind-set, an anthropocentric bent in our thinking and perspective.

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.

Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writersmystics, painters, troubadoursfor they teach us to see the world through different eyes.

My heart knows what my mind only think it knows.

A miracle is often the willingness to see the common in an uncommon way.

How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans.

Wisdom does not make me full. It fills me with hunger.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

We are nature's unique experiment to make the rational intelligence prove itself sounder than the reflex. Knowledge is our destiny

That is the essence of science: ask an impertinent question, and you are on the way to the pertinent answer.

anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.

What's the use trying to read Shakespeare, especially in one of those little paper editions whose pages get ruffled, or stuck together with sea-water?

Crazy people who are judged to be harmless are allowed an enormous amount of freedom ordinary people are denied

That’s what happens when you crowd enough folks into the same sandbox: eventually they’re gonna start throwing a fit over who gets what part to play with.

Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.

I shall eat anyone who tries to steal my singing, springing lark!

Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

You can love a song, but you can form a bond with an album, a relationship that evolves as organically and beautifully as a marriage.

Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fearis an orphaned part of usseeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to returnto the lightand homeof ourselves.

Living is art.Breathing and heart beating is music.Seeing is painting the world with our eyes.Touching is sculpting the shape of everything.Life is the most intense art of all.

Writer's block is just another name for fear.

With poetry and writing, the question isn’t “do you know the right words?”.The real question is, “can you make words from the unwordable, chisel blocks of raw silence into shapes and touch our souls?

We are doing the most important possible work in the world when we open the door and reveal our creative nature. It is the work of the Universe itself.

What man seeks, to the point of anguish, in his gods, in his art, in his science, is meaning. He cannot bear the void. He pours meaning on events like salt on his food.

The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.

I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.

I don't pray because it makes sense to pray. I pray because my life doesn't make sense without prayer.

An hour later, Amina stood at a pay phone in a mall hallway, where poop and perfume and the grease from the food court formed the kind of atmosphere you might find in Jupiter's red spot

Hope and trust are beautiful things. One gives a person the will to live, the other makes it worth living.

We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.

The voice had an extraordinary sadness. Pure from all body, pure from all passion, going out into the world, solitary, unanswered, breaking against rocks—so it sounded.

I am an old man, and I am dying...Will you remember me, Jacob?"I promise, one day, I will join you, Mr. Gold."Mr. Gold's laughter sounded like a trumpet and brought light to the corners of the room.

The world forgets easily, too easily, what it does not like to remember.

Loneliness is the endless disease that eats at our soul.

The tailor put on the girdle, and resolved to go forth into the world, because he thought his workshop was too small for his valor.

I didn't despise myself for being who I was, and I never would. I wouldn't allow anyone to make me feel bad about that. That was a line I could draw in the sand.

The elevator to success broke a long time ago, the problem is too many people are too lazy to take the stairs.

So I got on with the business of lawyering away at the evidence. Minimizing it. Defending Jacob.

Nixon’s offences had been so long in the past, so much part of a different era that he now seemed like some lovable but bigoted uncle you tolerated at Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Only a few can survive and face reality without a vice.

But language is wine upon his lips

I love you every day -for the code and the blushand the shrug of it. Make your mind up in me, and I will do the same.

Animosity breeds chaos.

What man ain't the honestest cove in his own eyes?" Grote's round face is a bronze moon in the dark. "'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell: it's self-justifyin's.

Kind old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always go to a good man, they say[.]

The human understanding is like a false mirror, which, receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature.

Don't listen to people who say something isn't feasible. Just go out and do it.

But thought has no eyelids to close or ears to block...