Best 137 quotes in «abyss quotes» category

He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.

I am fond of them, of the inferior beings of the abyss, of those who are full of longing.

I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.

If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.

If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.

I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

If you've just stared into the abyss, quickly forget it: the lessons of history can only hold you back.

In retrospect, each of the steps toward this abyss seemed irrevocable, and yet they had all been so small!

In the end things must be as they are and have always been--the great things remain for the great, the abysses for the profound, the delicacies and thrills for the refined, and, to sum up shortly, everything rare for the rare.

Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman — a rope over an abyss.

I've been to unpretty places with the roles I've played, and I'm attracted to reckless abandon. I like being taken to the edge of my own abyss.

Man is an abyss, and I turn giddy when I look down into it.

I thought this must be obvious to everyone else, as it seemed obvious to me; and that, if once it became apparent that we were on the edge, all the Great Powers would call a halt and recoil from the abyss.

Nothing can save us from a perpetual headlong fall into a bottomless abyss but a solid footing of dogma; and we no sooner agree to that than we find that the only trustworthy dogma is that there is no dogma.

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

On the top of each peak you are on the edge of the abyss

One cannot cross an abyss in two jumps.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

... see well how it often befalls that to rise to the topmost degree would make it seem that the abyss is on high.

Poetry...the deepest abyss of infinity.

Punctilious abyss, the yawn of space Come once a day to suffocate the sight.

The vitality that can stand the abyss of meaninglessness is aware of a hidden meaning within the destruction of meaning.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.

The Left Elite only pretend to be concerned about what's best for everyone else because it is the most effective way to manipulate you and your children into their abyss.

The universe is a philosophical abyss.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

To leap across an abyss, one is better served by faith than doubt.

We are surrounded by abysses, but the greatest of all depths is in our own heart, and an irresistible leaning leads us there. Draw thyself from thyself!

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

We build our character as a carapace to keep away the fear of the abyss. That's what our character is for.

When you gaze long into the Abyss of Sustainability, the Abyss of Sustainability also gazes into you.

We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.

When you see the abyss, and we have looked into it, then what? There isn't much room at the edge -- one person, another, not many. If you are there, others cannot be there. If you are there, you become a protective wall. What happens? You become part of t

When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you.

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

A growing heat, like a million blazing suns all focused on me, lit my insides. It felt like I was being cooked in the Gabriella Roast Cooker, me spinning around-and-around to heat my flesh evenly. For some reason I was having trouble comprehending the sudden change in my revolving world as I swelled with a horrible, billowing fire.

After reading Burgum, [Patricia Highsmith] wrote in her cahier that, like Kafka, she felt she was a pessimist, unable to formulate a system in which an individual could believe in God, government or self. Again like Kafka, she looked into the great abyss which separated the spiritual and the material and saw the terrifying emptiness, the hollowness, at the heart of every man, a sense of alienation she felt compelled to explore in her fiction. As her next hero, she would take an architect, 'a young man whose authority is art and therefore himself,' who when he murders, 'feels no guilt or even fear when he thinks of legal retribution'. The more she read of Kafka the more she felt afraid as she came to realise, 'I am so similar to him.

You're closer to your glory leaping an abyss than re-upholstering a rut.

A great relationship ... breaches the barriers of a lofty solitude, subdues its strict law, and throws a bridge from self-being to self-being across the abyss of dread of the universe.

And if you gaze for long enough into an abyss, the abyss gazes also gazes into you.

An Abyss is a deep and terrible chasm. What’s a chasm? A deep gash in the rocks.

«And in the end» said the witch to the drowning prince «You've been the one choosing the thornless path in spite of knowing where it could lead. The one who afraid of the pricking roses, plunged himself into an abyss without petals

But first whom shall we send In search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

And so, she turned her back on the abyss for another day.

As the new year began, [Patricia Highsmith] felt completely paralysed, incapable of reading or picking up the phone. 'I can feel my grip loosening on my self,' she wrote. 'It is like strength failing in the hand that holds me above an abyss.' She wished there was a more awful-sounding word for what she was feeling than simply 'depression'. She wanted to die, she said, but then realised that the best course of action would be to endure the wretchedness until it passed. Her wish was, 'Not to die, but not to exist, simply, until this is over'.

At that darkest moment, while drowning in the Abyss of Emotional Bankruptcy, reflect on this universal truth: the difference between success and failure is one more time.

But the mighty course of human destinies proceeds: like the change of season, with measured pace: great designs ripen slowly; stealthily and hesitantly the dark suggestions of deadly malice quit the abysses of mind for the light of day. and, as Horace, with equal truth and beauty observes, "the flying criminal is only followed limpingly by penal retribution.

[…] as if the next thing must quickly come along to occupy her, or the abyss might open. What abyss? The abyss that waits for all of us, when all our actions seem futile, when the ability to fill the day seems stalled, and the waiting takes on an edge of dread.