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Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
Reason cannot account for those moments in life that "bewilder the intellect yet utterly quiet the heart," as G.K. Chesterton observed.
Mankind is unamendable.
Finding beauty in the dissonance
I'm not too unintelligent.
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state,
Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying
Thought
discombobulation
Reason is an outcome of frailty and resentment. When Will fails to cope with the labour of life, or the life of labour, its fragile remnants are set to construct a slighter world of justifications.
The reason of the unreasonableness which against my reason is wrought, doth so weaken my reason, as with all reason I do justly complain on your beauty.
Uncool is a cool resting place. The pressure's off me.
The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.
Becoming unshakeable through this storm.
Our soul lives in Peace and lives for Peace. If we live a life of peace, we are ever enriched and never impoverished. Unhorizoned is our inner peace; like the boundless sky, it encompasses all.
Reason is no match for passion.
Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.
Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
What is reason? Knowledge informed by sympathy, intelligence in the arms of
love.
Love is illogical
There are few things reason can discover with so much certainty and ease as its own insufficiency.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart ...
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity
Human reason is like a drunken man on horseback; set it up on one side, and it tumbles over on the other
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.
How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.
You want me to ask you why you left? Why you chose the open sea over my bed? A criminal's brand over my touch? I didn't ask you, Alucard, because I don't want to hear them [your excuses]
The grief does not feel like what you feel about Uche, or Corundum, or Innon; those are rents in your soul that still seep blood. The loss of Alabaster is simply... a thinning of who you are.
Reason is a poor hand at prophecies.
Injustice lives in the unquiet heart.
Reason is the gatekeeper, but it cannot resist the rushing torrents of emotion
Reason: The arithmetic of the emotions.
Reason is nothing without imagination.
For once the crofter was at a a rather loss for words, for to him nothing has ever been more completely unintelligible than the reasoning that is bred of tears.
Unhappily the habit of being offensive 'without meaning it' leads usually to a way of making amends which the injured person cannot but regard as a being amiable without meaning it.
For we human beings are used to inappropriate things; we are accustomed to the clatter of the incongruous; it is a tune to which we can go to sleep. If one appropriate thing happens, it wakes us up like the pang of a perfect chord.
Unk had no way of judging the quality of the information contained in the letter. He accepted it all hungrily, uncritically. And, in accepting it, Unk gained an understanding of life that was identical with the writer's understanding of life. Unk wolfed down a philosophy.
Stop making sense
Reason now gazes above the realm of the dark but warm feelings as the Alpine peaks do above the clouds. They behold the sun more clearly and distinctly, but they are cold and unfruitful.
unfavorable feeling,
It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,/For alday meeteth men at unset stevene.
There is nothing without reason.
A lean cheek, - a blue eye, and sunken, - an unquestionable spirit, - a beard neglected:- Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.
Nothing has an uglier look to us than reason, when it is not on our side.
I am unattached; My heart is very quiet.
When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.
We are a breed of spoilers!' thought Jolyon, 'close and greedy; the bloom of life is not safe with us. Let her come to me as she will, when she will, not at all if she will not. Let me be just her stand-by, her perching-place; never-never her cage!
How often do we contradict the right rules of reason in the whole course of our lives! Reason itself is true and just, but the reason of every particular man is weak and wavering, perpetually swayed and turned by his interests, his passions, and his vices.
I was too unsettled. Too full. Full of dark thoughts, dark musing, as if I'd eaten them for dinner instead of the roasted duck, and they were sitting undigested in my stomach, waiting to be vomited back up at the wrong time. The threat of it hung over my mind like nausea.
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.
Nothing's inexplicable. Just not explained yet.
Reason cannot produce the poetry disorder does.
The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.
Unwinds exist in the constant shadow of betrayal.
I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing
The unenvied man is not enviable.
There's not to reason why,
There's but to do and die
Unheralded we came into this world. Unheralded we will go out. But while we are in this world, we do such deeds that even if this generation does not remember, the next generation cannot forget.
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh heart again in the gray twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
He comes, not because we are just, but to make us so: he justifieth the ungodly.
Reason speaks and feeling bites
Unwind the - Stan began, and then there was a much louder explosion. The echo rolled slowly across the Barrens. A cloud of gulls rose from the eastern side of the dump, squalling and crying. They all jumped this time. Stan dropped
I can't reason when I'm around you.
Ungrace causes cracks to fissure open between mother and daughter, father and son, brother and sister, between scientists, and prisoners, and tribes, and races. Left alone, cracks widen, and for the resulting chasms of ungrace there is only one remedy: the frail rope-bridge of forgiveness.
mean is the cause-- Aristotle.
Reason wishes that the judgement it gives be just; anger wishes that the judgement it has given seem to be just.
Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.
Reason connot defeat emotion, an emotion can only be displaced or overcome by a stronger emotion.
misery made me unjust to you.
He didn't understand what happened to him. He felt like a piece of paper that had once had coherent writing on it but had been through the wash. He felt roughened, bleached, and worn out along the fold lines.
It's futile to talk reason to anger
The unthinking embrace of irrationality is literally madness. But embracing rationality while denying the existence of any mystery to life and its meaning - that is no less a form of madness than is eager devotion to unreason.
Reason is God's crowning gift to a man...
Reason cannot break out of its own loop.
Reason is incompetent to answer any fundamental question about God, or morality, or the meaning of life.
Reason is no match for desire: when desire is purely and powerfully felt, it becomes a kind of reason of its own.
An unfinished feeling.
In these anxious times many of us are less astonished that reason is ever suspended than that it should ever prevail, even during the briefest of intervals.
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Consequences are unpitying.
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite an heremite unholy of werkes, Went wide in this world wondres to here.
When I heard you cry I followed you, and saw you put down your handkerchief, screwed up, with its rage, with its hate, knotted in it.
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.
For sudden Joys, like Griefs, confound at first.
It didn't feel right.Feel-- Chanda Hahn
So what is there to make of the simplistic thing I've come to utter in explanation, which is so drab, so monochromatic, so water on top of ice even though it's the most direct, most distilled path from my heart to my mouth: I feel better without her.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
Nothing is so conformable to reason as to disavow reason.
Women have made me; and also unmade.
Lonely you linger in a league above poetry.
An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust.
When reason returned with the morning - when I had slept off the fumes of the night's debauch - I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched.
The Misbegotten had, in the last year, been pared to a sliver of itself. They had lost so many brothers and sisters that those who remained could have drowned in the ashes of those who had died.
There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.
We're even more dazed than usual. Here we sit, empty, bewildered, contented. We have nothing to talk about, because nothing happens to us anymore, we're too poor, maybe life is sick of us. Why not?
The great longing of an unquiet heart is to possess constantly and consciously the loved one, or, failing that, to be able to plunge the loved one, when a time of absence intervenes, into a dreamless sleep timed to last unbroken until the day they meet again.
Unhappiness loves company. Unhappiness can't stand silence - especially not the uneasy silence that settles in when it is all alone.
When the remarkable becomes bizarre, reason turns rancid.
How silent the unbeating heart.