Quotations list about heaps captions for Instagram citing Louise Erdrich, Glen Buck and Lord Chesterfield sayings.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
— Louise Erdrich
If your capacity to acquire has outstripped your capacity to enjoy, you are on the way to the scrap-heap.
— Glen Buck heaps quote
History is but a confused heap of facts.
— Lord Chesterfield
Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.
— Guru Nanak
The lot is cast into the heap, but the whole disposing there of is of the Lord.
— heaps quotation by Bible
A heap of epithets is poor praise: the praise lies in the facts, and in the way of telling them.
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over.
Whether a fellow winds up with a nest egg or a goose egg depends a heap on the kind of chick he married.
The man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap.
Science is built up of facts, as a house is with stones.
But a collection of facts is no more a science than a heap of stones is a house.
That great dust-heap called 'history'.
No company can afford not to move forward.
It may be at the top of the heap today but at the bottom of the heap tomorrow, if it doesn't.
There is the grand truth about Nathaniel Hawthorne.
He says NO! in thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes. For all men who say yes, lie; and all men who say no,why, they are in the happy condition of judicious, unincumbered travellers in Europe; they cross the frontiers into Eternity with nothing but a carpet-bag,that is to say, the Ego. Whereas those yes-gentry, they travel with heaps of baggage, and, damn them! they will never get through the Custom House.
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled,Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.Physic of Metaphysic begs defence,And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense!See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
It doesn't pay to say too much when you are mad enough to choke.
For the word that stings the deepest is the word that is never spoke, Let the other fellow wrangle till the storm has blown away, then he'll do a heap of thinking about the things you didn't say.
The city is a fact in nature, like a cave, a run of mackerel or an ant-heap.
But it is also a conscious work of art, and it holds within its communal framework many simpler and more personal forms of art. Mind takes form in the city; and in turn, urban forms condition mind.
Civilization -- a heap of rubble scavenged by scrawny English Lit. vultures.
The heaping together of paintings by Old Masters in museums is a catastrophe;
likewise, a collection of a hundred Great Brains makes one big fathead.
The diversity of mankind is a basic postulate of our knowledge of human beings.
But if mankind is diverse and individuated, then how can anyone propose equality as an ideal? Every year, scholars hold Conferences on Equality and call for greater equality, and no one challenges the basic tenet. But what justification can equality find in the nature of man? If each individual is unique, how else can he be made 'equal' to others than by destroying most of what is human in him and reducing human society to the mindless uniformity of the ant heap?
Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny.
A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair.
A tower nine stories high is built from a small heap of earth.
A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dung heap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl unheeded across his face or saliva dribble from his mouth -- either epileptic or dead.
A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.
It is amazing at how small a price may the wedding ring be placed upon a worthless hand; but, by the beauty of our law, what heaps of gold are indispensable to take it off!
The wilderness is near as well as dear to every man.
Even the oldest villages are indebted to the border of wild wood which surrounds them, more than to the gardens of men. There is something indescribably inspiriting and beautiful in the aspect of the forest skirting and occasionally jutting into the midst of new towns, which, like the sand-heaps of fresh fox-burrows, have sprung up in their midst. The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.
Irregularity and want of method are only supportable in men of great learning or genius, who are often too full to be exact, and therefore they choose to throw down their pearls in heaps before the reader, rather than be at the pains of stringing them.
It's very expressive of myself. I just lump everything in a great heap which I have labeled the past, and, having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, I am ready to continue.
A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal;
the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.
Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines.
In Sardines the person who is IT goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.Medieval theologians even described God, in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heatOf the long day, and wish 'twere done.Not till the hours of light returnAll we have built as we discern.
Retirement may be looked upon either as a prolonged holiday or as a rejection, a being thrown on to the scrap-heap.
You and I are told we must choose between a left or right, but I suggest there is no such thing as a left or right. There is only an up or down. Up to man's age-old dream-the maximum of individual freedom consistent with order or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism. Regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives, those who would sacrifice freedom for security have embarked on this downward path.
THE SNOW had begun in the gloaming,And busily all the nightHad been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white.Every pine and fir and hemlockWore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest twig on the elm-treeWas ridged inch deep with pearl.