Quite - Quotes
I think there is a middle-child syndrome. I don`t know quite what it is, but I think I suffer from it.
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate in their object-relations.
We are an intelligent species and the use of our intelligence quite properly gives us pleasure. In this respect the brain is like a muscle. When we think well, we feel good. Understanding is a kind of ecstasy.
Sometimes I think we`re alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we`re not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.
There`s always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it`s with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it`s one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.
Humans are pattern-seeking story-telling animals, and we are quite adept at telling stories about patterns, whether they exist or not.
Philosophers are never quite sure what they are talking about - about what the issues really are - and so it often takes them rather a long time to recognize that someone with a somewhat different approach (or destination, or starting point) is making a contribution.
Rarely does one encounter a combination of human traits quite so frightening as a psychopath with a purpose.
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
There are times in this harum-scarum world when figuring out the right thing to do is quite simple, but doing the right thing is simply impossible, and then you must do something else.
When I stared up at the jeweled sky, it was as if there were an obstruction between my eyes and their beauty. The obstruction was a face, just an unremarkable human face, but I couldn`t quite seem to banish it from my mind.
How often people speak of art and science as though they were two entirely different things, with no interconnection. An artist is emotional, they think, and uses only his intuition; he sees all at once and has no need of reason. A scientist is cold, they think, and uses only his reason; he argues carefully step by step, and needs no imagination. That is all wrong. The true artist is quite rational as well as imaginative and knows what he is doing; if he does not, his art suffers. The true scientist is quite imaginative as well as rational, and sometimes leaps to solutions where reason can follow only slowly; if he does not, his science suffers.
While homeward bound I thought about
The way, through every mile,
In which to greet my mother, whom
I missed for quite a while.
What pleasing words to say to her?
Dear words they need to be,
When she, who rocked my cradle, will
Be reaching out to me.
One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.