A Quote by Elspeth Huxley

The pioneer kills what he loves.

Elspeth Huxley

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Loves Pioneer

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Elspeth Huxley
English - Writer
July 23, 1907 - January 10, 1997

Man's destructive hand spares nothing that lives; he kills to feed himself, he kills to clothe himself, he kills to adorn himself, he kills to attack, he kills to defend himself, he kills to instruct himself, he kills to amuse himself, he kills for the sake of killing.

Joseph de Maistre

(a womanist) 3. Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.

Alice Walker

history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it before it kills you, but he was wrong. you killed it by accident. thinking you were doing something else. shattering, when all you wanted to do was keep it safe.

Janet Fitch

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

John Milton

Each man kills the thing he loves.

Anthony Burgess

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.

John Milton

One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.

Jean Rostand

The man who kills a man kills a man. The man who kills himself kills all men. As far as he is concerned, he wipes out the world.

Gilbert K. Chesterton

Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

People can be quite cynical. 'The Kills are too cool.' There's been an on-and-off relationship with the music press that loves us and then hates us then loves us again. I don't think any kind of press is reliable.

Alison Mosshart

A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

Clive Barker

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.