Reeds Quotes - Page 2

Familiarity breeds contempt only when it breeds inattention.

All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.

Nihilism is but the other side of conventionalism; its creed consists of negations of the current so-called positive values, to which it remains bound.

I do not believe in the creed professed by any church that I know of. Each of these churches accuse the other of unbelief; and for my part, I disbelieve them all.

At best, in such depression times, monetary policy is a feeble reed on which to lean.

A whispering and watery Norfolk sound Telling of all the moonlit reeds around.

Death is a confirmation of the believer's creed. For the skeptic it is discovery, immense and late.

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.

The soul that feeds on books alone - I count that soul exceeding small That lives alone by book and creed, - A soul that has not learned to read.

The best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds.

My philosophy is familiarity breeds contempt.

The creed of sacrifice is a morality for the immoral.

I become like a tuning fork to the information that is coming through me, in shamanism they call it being the 'hollow reed'.

My problems were not what ended Creed.

I don’t think Ed Reed has to take a back seat to anybody who ever played the position. ANYBODY.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

The poetic notion of infinity is far greater than that which is sponsored by any creed.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.

Human hopes and human creeds; have their root in human needs.

The proselytizing fanatic strengthens his own faith by converting others. The creed whose legitimacy is most easily challenged is likely to develop the strongest proselytizing impulse.

Images provide a knowledge that we can interiorize rather than 'apply,' can take to that place in ourselves where there is water and where reeds and grasses grow.

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.

I'd fired anyone who was involved with Creed. I didn't want anything to do with the music business. The entire press and industry hated me, so what was the point?

Creed's sound is my sound.

When you become a sannyasin, I initiate you into freedom, and into nothing else... I am destroying your ideologies, creeds, cults, dogmas, and I am not replacing them with anything else.