Top 208 Quotes & Sayings by Austin O'Malley - Page 4

Love is a boomerang that returns to the thrower's hand.

A worship of truth can be idolatry if the truth is small enough.

Our lives are waves that come up out of the ocean of eternity, break upon the beach of earth, and lapse back to the ocean of eternity. Some are sunlit, some run in storm and rain; one is a quiet ripple, another is a thunderous breaker; and once in many centuries comes a great tidal wave that sweeps over a continent; but all go back to the sea and lie equally level there.

That the saints were usually in ill luck does not canonize you.

The only real change in life comes with the consciousness of old age.

Life is being, not having.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

When we pray for death we really desire a fuller life.

It is a mean thief or a successful author that plunders the dead.

You can swim in life and seawater, but both are hard to swallow.

You can buy life only with life.

An Irishman can be worried by the consciousness that there is nothing to worry about.

That art is best which suggests most.

Justice and the facade of a temple are seen best from the outside.

Liberty has as many chains as an iron-monger's shop, and as rusty.

Some men pray only when the world is dark, as owls hoot at night.

Love dwindles by pairing.

Originality in literature is only a new coat of paint on an old house.

A sin is nothing but a deordination of reason, but that is enough.

Patience has tender feet.

If the poet would avoid pepsis in his patients, his scalpel must be as clean as the surgeon's.

If you combine all the spectral rays into a single beam, you get white light; and, if you combine all the virtues into a single beam, you get charity.

The bigger the dam of patience, the worse the flood when the dam breaks.

Patience is the analogue of God's serenity.

Persecution is as necessary to religion as pruning to an orchard.

The difference between a mongrel and a thoroughbred, whether brute or man, is not in swiftness, beauty, or endurance, but in courage.

A small poet repeats himself like a clock.

Some men are like a clock on the roof; they are useful only to the neighbors.