May Quotes

So it is that the life force may take possession of a man-- so that in the end he may be possessed by something greater, no longer at all belonging to himself.

Nature is always trying to tell us that we are not so superior or independent or alone or autonomous as we may think.

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

On a flight of emotion there's wonder and bliss, but beware of a landing that may go amiss.

Though the boot may fit the foot, one can rarely stand in the tread of his own reputation.

If you have to learn it from a self-help book, you may be beyond help.

I've felt love from certain songs that I've wanted to experience from other people - where I know that love may never happen - and I want to give that to someone else.

Once self-killing is an acceptable answer, how do you logically limit it to the dying? What about the disabled, who may live longer and suffer more?

I was very short when I was little, so I probably had - and there may be a residue of it now - that Napoleon complex. Wanting to be as big and as powerful as the big guys.

We have proven a new pattern of abundance. We pray that we may also help to make a pattern for peace.

It is in identifying yourself with the hopes, dreams, fears and longings of others that you may understand them and help them.

It is time to browse through the precious books that have meant the most to you that you may rediscover illuminating phrases and sentences to light your pathway to the future.

The place was built on the premise that people want to gamble, and they may as well do it here. They look after their clientele, and, hell, they treat me like I'm one of their family.

Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.

For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping may something have been left, Which must die now.

Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.

Whether or not Big Brother is watching us, we certainly have to watch him, which may be even worse.

No matter how good or great a man may be, there is yet a better and a greater man within him.

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

We may elevate ourselves but we should never reach so high that we would every forget those who helped us get there.

Every Gag I tell must be based on truth. No matter how much I may exaggerate it, it must have a certain amount of Truth.... Now Rumor travels Faster, but it don't stay put as long as Truth.

We’re all in the end-of-our-life book club, whether we acknowledge it or not; each book we read may well be the last, each conversation the final one.

Whatever respect photography may once have deserved is now superfluous in view of its own superfluity.

Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there — that, one might say, is created.

Great conquests trouble, where contempt may please -- the one yields glory, and the other ease.

It may be proper to observe, that I had now passed the utmost frontier of the white settlements on that border.

For man, the death of the body is inevitable, and is determined by time and circumstance; but, with proper precaution, the death of the soul may be totally avoided.

Man's life is entirely in his operations, which may all be classed under three heads: he thinks, he feels, and he acts -- these three modes of activity exhaust his powers.

Too much of anything, even a good thing, may prove to be our undoing...[We] need ...to set definite boundaries on our appetites.

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief.

Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, With your harmonious choir Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, That my old care may cease.

I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.

So long as all is ordered for attack, and that alone, leaders will instinctively increase the number of enemies that they may give their followers something to do.

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

While Michael Angelo's Sistine roof, His "Morning" and his "Night" disclose How sinew that has been pulled tight, Or it may be loosened in repose, Can rule by supernatural right Yet be but sinew.

Overcome the Empyrean; hurl Heaven and Earth out of their places, That in the same calamity Brother and brother, friend and friend, Family and family, City and city may contend.

I thought it out this very day, Noon upon the clock, A man may put pretence away Who leans upon a stick, May sing, and sing until he drop, Whether to maid or hag.

May we two stand, When we are dead, beyond the setting suns, A little from other shades apart, With mingling hair, and play upon one lute.

Come swish around my pretty punk And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill.

A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

The more you find out about the world economy, the less you may truly know.

Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy.

However roguish a man may be, he always loves to deal with an honest man.

Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.