Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

When the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish-it is then that you must not hesitate.

Friendship needs no words...

''To forgive oneself? No, that doesn't work: we have to be forgiven. But we can only believe this is possible if we ourselves can forgive.

Your body must become familiar with its death -- in all its possible forms and degrees -- as a self-evident, imminent, and emotionally neutral step on the way towards the goal you have found worthy of your life.

The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat. The pursuit of peace and progress, with its trials and its errors, its successes and its setbacks, can never be relaxed and never abandoned.

A successful lie is doubly a lie; an error which has to be corrected is a heavier burden than the truth.

MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.

Every deed and every relationship is surrounded by an atmosphere of silence. Friendship needs no words -- it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.

The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.

In our era, the road to holiness necessarily passes through the world of action.

Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept what can be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles will atrophy.

Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.

Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away.

Praise those of your critics for whom nothing is up to standard.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

In the last analysis it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions life puts to us.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.

The myths have always condemned those who ''looked back.'' Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

I don't know Who -- or what -- put the question, I don't know when it was put. I don't even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to Someone --or Something --and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only those who keep their eye fixed on the far horizon will find their right road.

A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

Maturity: among other things, the unclouded happiness of the child at play, who takes it for granted that he is at one with his play-mates.

Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.

It is playing safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.

Never for the sake of peace and quiet deny your convictions.

Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.

The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.

The UN is not just a product of do-gooders. It is harshly real. The day will come when men will see the U.N. and what it means clearly. Everything will be all right -- you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction, and see it as a drawing they made themselves.

A candour affected is a dagger concealed.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain

The slanderer and the assassin differ only in the weapon they use; with the one it is the dagger, with the other the tongue. The former is worse that the latter, for the last only kills the body, while the other murders the reputation.

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.

You are the lens in the beam. You can only receive, give, and possess the light as the lens does. If you seek yourself, you rob the lens of its transparency. You will know life and be acknowledged by it according to your degree of transparency, your capacity, that is, to vanish as an end, and remain purely as a means.

On the heights, all paths are paved with daggers.

You have never done enough, so long as it is still possible that you have something of value to contribute

Do not look back. And do not dream about the future, either. It will neither give you back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward- your destiny-are here and now.

The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others.