This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceived a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistably propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. The storm is what we call progress.
We are going to be a government of no surprises and no excuses; a government which keeps its commitments and a government which is straight and candid with the Australian people and that's what we intend to do.
Inspiration is what keeps us well.
Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.
Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.
It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part.
You can't call 360|iDev the most important indie conference in the world, because it shares that title with NSConference, and you're not seeing the whole world of Apple unless you go to both. Everybody love NSConference, but I think what's most amazing is that the organizers have been expanding and evolving the production every year, yet it somehow keeps getting better.
Curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.
Death keeps no calendar.
I called out to God, but the devil keeps answering.
What makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake And holds us flush there until we begin to love it And have to begin again? What is it within our own lives we decline to live Whenever we find it, making our days unendurable, And nights almost visionless? I still don't know yet, but I do it.
She keeps asking me where we're going. " "Yeah," another voice said. It was Shane, pulling up a chair beside Claire. "Girls do that. They've always got to be taking the relationship somewhere. " "That's not true!" "It is," he said. "I get it; somebody's got to be looking ahead. But it makes guys think they're-" "Closed in," Michael said. "Trapped," Shane added. "Idiots," Claire finished.
It's important, therefore, to know who the real enemy is, and to know the function, the very serious function of racism, which is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language and so you spend 20 years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn't shaped properly so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Someone says you have no art so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdoms and so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary. There will always be one more thing.
Worry is like rocking in a rocking chair all day, because it keeps you busy but gets you nowhere.
If you are not bored by life, and your primary motto is enthusiasm and if you like your friends, family around you, it all translates into your designs. That's what keeps the creativity alive.
I actually enjoy being heckled; it keeps it interesting, and I think it is a nice feeling for people once they have left the show.
Being right keeps you in place, being wrong forces you to explore.
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.
The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house today is not drear and melancholy, but good for me too. Though it prevents my hoeing them, it is of far more worth than my hoeing. If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and, being good for the grass, would be good for me, too.