Earthly riches are like the reed. Its roots are sunk in the swamp, and its exterior is fair to behold; but inside it is hollow. If a man leans on such a reed, it will snap off and pierce his soul.— Anthony of Padua
Captivate Hollow Man quotations
Do not correct a fool or he will hate you. Correct a wise man and he will appreciate you.
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together...
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Let no man pull you low enough to hate him.
Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.
Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow;
you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith; But hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades Sink in the trial.
The man who asks a question is a fool for a minute. The man who does not ask, is a fool for life.
It’s amazing what you can do when you stop worrying about failing.
A hollow edifice erected for the habitation of man, rat, mouse, beetle, cockroach, fly, mosquito, flea, bacillus, and microbe.
The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.
A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow
It is not poverty so much as pretence that harasses a ruined man--the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse--the keeping up a hollow show that must soon come to an end. Have the courage to appear poor, and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.
life is long between the desire and the spasm.
Circumstances do not make a man, they reveal him.
Do they merit vitriol, even a drop of it? Yes, because they corrupt the young, persuading them that the mature world, which produced Beethoven and Schweitzer, sets an even higher value on the transient anodynes of youth than does youth itself.... They are the Hollow Men. They are electronic lice.
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all.
He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it -- namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
A wise man never knows all, only fools know everything.
It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man.
Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
Every man dies. Not every man really lives.
Wealth often takes away chances from men as well as poverty.
There is none to tell the rich to go on striving, for a rich man makes the law that hallows and hollows his own life.
It is not poverty so much as pretense that harasses a ruined man - the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse - the keeping up of a hollow show that must soon come to an end.
Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, And Jamie's after robins, and the man is making hay, And whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill, While mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will, "Polly!-Polly!- The cows are in the corn! Oh, where's Polly?"
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise man grows it under his feet.
Down to earth advice about the path that leads away from the kingdom of the hollow men.
How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!
When the voices of democracy are silenced, freedom becomes a hollow concept.
No man or woman should be sentenced to the shadows of silence for something he or she has said or written.
If you want to test a man’s character give him power.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
How were friendship possible? In mutual devotedness to the good and true;
otherwise impossible, except as armed neutrality or hollow commercial league. A man, be the heavens ever praised, is sufficient for himself; yet were ten men, united in love, capable of being and of doing what ten thousand singly would fail in. Infinite is the help man can yield to man.
It is - last stage of all When we are frozen up within, and quite The phantom of ourselves To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man
Words of comfort skillfully administered are the oldest therapy known to man.
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man.
Even the West has known the architecture of empty space, whose object, for thousands of years, has been less to construct divine houses, than to create sacred places, to seize upon mystery and to immerse man in it-whether by raising the cyclopean pedestal that surrounds him with stars, or by hollowing out the sanctuary that wraps him in haunted night.
A vital Christian, radiating that hidden beauty of the heart, is more attractive to the right sort of Christian man (the only kind you want) than the raving beauty who is hollow within. A woman who is developing her domestic abilities, who is reasonably attractive, and who is a vital Christian in her own right is an irresistible person.
The man who has confidence in himself gains the confidence of others.
Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricous goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrimination. On every side we see big two-fisted he-men floundering round in three figures, stopping every few minutes to let through little shrimps with knock-knees and hollow cheeks, who are tearing up snappy seventy-fours.
Imagine now a man who is deprived of everyone he loves, and at the same time of his house, his habits, his clothes, in short, of everything he possesses: he will be a hollow man, reduced to suffering and needs, forgetful of dignity and restraint, for he who loses all often loses himself.
The stillness of the calm is awful. His voice begins to grow strange and portentous. He feels it in him like something swallowed too big for the esophagus. It keeps up a sort of involuntary interior humming in him, like a live beetle. His cranium is a dome full of reverberations. The hollows of his very bones are as whispering galleries. He is afraid to speak loud, lest he be stunned; like the man in the bass drum.
When the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.
He becomes a sort of hollow,posing dummy,the conventional figure of a sahib.For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives",and so in every crisis he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him.He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it.
His universal compassion was due less to natural instinct, than to a profound conviction, a sum of thoughts that in the course of living had filtered through to his heart: for in the nature of man, as in rock, there may be channels hollowed by the dropping of water, and these can never be destroyed.