A Quote by Michel Onfray

You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition. — © Michel Onfray
You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.
I would like to say boxing cannot compared with war. We have gloves on, we have cushions, we have referees, we have judges, we have ambulances there, the intention not to kill, we don't have steel there, we don't have bullets, we don't kill momma, kill daddy, kill baby, our intention is a sport, and we're not there to kill, so boxing cannot be compared in no way with machineguns and bombs and everything that used.
I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.
You cannot kill an ideology with a bullet. You can only kill it with a better idea.
You can kill a thousand; you can bring an end to life; you cannot kill an idea.
You can kill a body, but you cannot kill the great and noble idea of peace.
But if Russia is to be part of this larger zone of peace it cannot bring into it its imperial baggage. It cannot bring into it a policy of genocide against the Chechens, and cannot kill journalists, and it cannot repress the mass media.
It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas.
I couldn't kill a chicken, I couldn't kill a cow - I was a vegetarian too at that time - so I thought, well what is there that I could kill? I couldn't kill this and I couldn't kill that.
A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.
You can kill a revolutionary, but you cannot kill a revolution.
And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the light, the melody, the fragrance, the food, the embracement of my inner self - there where is a brillance that space cannot contain, a sound that time cannot carry away, a perfume that no breeze disperses, a taste undimisnished by eating, a clinging together that no saiety will sunder. This is what I love when I love my God.
Bullies will attack your confidence, but you cannot let them kill your ambition.
We kill the women. We kill the babies. We kill the blind. We kill the cripples. We kill them all.... When you get through killing them all, go to the goddamn graveyard and kill them a-goddamn-gain because they didn't die hard enough.
The ever more sophisticated weapons piling up in the arsenals of the wealthiest and the mightiest can kill the illiterate, the ill, the poor and the hungry but they cannot kill ignorance, illnesses, poverty or hunger.
They may kill me, but they cannot kill my ideas. They can crush my body, but they will not be able to crush my spirit.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.
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