I had this great urge. . . I had it the day I was born. Some may call it destiny. My parents and friends called it dismaying.
I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.
The price we pay for our irresponsible explanatory urge is that we often spoil our most pleasant experiences by making good sense of them.
If any one of us has had an ambition higher than that of making money; a motive better than that of expediency; a faith warmer than that of reasoning; a love purer than that of the self; he has been slow to express it; still slower to urge it.
My urge to write is an urge not to self-expressionism but to self-transcendence. My work is both bigger and smaller than I am.
My point is to urge you to find ways to recognize and remember God’s kindness. It will build our testimonies. You may not keep a journal. You may not share whatever record you keep with those you love and serve. But you and they will be blessed as you remember what the Lord has done.
We have no right to come forward and urge wider changes for good, until we have tried to alter the evils which lie under our own hands.
While I know that the beautiful, the spiritual and the sublime are suspect today, I have begun to stop resisting the constant urge to deny that beauty has a valid right to exist in contemporary art.
The urge to destroy is also a creative urge.
The creative urge matters. Stories matter. Images matter. It matters that you were born with a genius, a guiding spirit, a daimon that may know more about your destiny than you do.
Without your voice being heard in Washington, the decisions we make aren't as good. I would urge women to consider public service. And if you want to run, give me a call. I'll help.
I just paint to fulfill an urge. When I don't have the urge, I just don't paint. This is not some stupid contest. But if it is, I feel like the winner that came in last.
It is flagrantly dishonest for an advertising agent to urge consumers to buy a product which he would not allow his own wife to buy.
The urge to discover, to invent, to know the unknown, seems so deeply human that we cannot imagine our history without it.
The urge to grow and develop, present in all forms of life, becomes perverted in the Bisy Backson's mind into a constant struggle to change everything (the Bulldozer Backson) and everyone (the Bigoted Backson) else but himself, and interfere with things he has no business interfering with, including practically every form of life on earth.
Whenever I see 'Dirty Rotten Scoundrels', a total comedy classic, I get the urge to feel the breeze of the south of France in the summer!
The urge is to create. The outcome belongs to God.
At the base of it was the urge, if you wanted to play football, to knock someone down, that was what the sport was all about, the will to win closely linked with contact.
Meditation is unfocussed mind, you simply listen silently, not with a tension in the mind, not with an urge to know and learn, no, with total relaxedness, in a let go, in an opening of your being. You listen, not to know, you simply listen to understand.
I would urge that we all use a little bit of caution in dealing with an issue that is so vital to our national security.