A Quote by George R. R. Martin

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

George R. R. Martin

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Grave His Life Through

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George R. R. Martin
American - Novelist
Born: September 20, 1948

Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.

Aeschylus

Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.

Horace

The most uninteresting part of the biography of a composer is his childhood. All those preludes are the same and the reader hurries on to the fugue.

Dmitri Shostakovich

When the precipitancy of a man's wishes hurries on his ideas ninety times faster than the vehicle he rides in--woe be to truth!

Laurence Sterne

Fixing our thoughts on Jesus requires time, for true reflection cannot happen with a glance. No one can see the beauty of the country if he hurries through it on the interstate.

R. Kent Hughes

So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist night's watchman hurries down.

Henry Kirke White

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

Howard Dietz

One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He who never hurries is always on time.

Mikhail Bulgakov

The man who saves time by galloping loses it by missing his way; the shepherd who hurries his flock to get them home spends the night on the mountain looking for the lost; economy does not consist in haste, but in certainty.

Ramsay MacDonald

One may come armoured, Invinsible. His will immobile meets the mobile hour. The world blows cannot bend this Victor Head. Calm and sure are his steps in the growing night. The goal recedes, he hurries not his pace. He asks from no help from the inferior Gods. His eyes are fixed on the immutable aim.

Sri Aurobindo

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

Claudius Claudianus

Paradoxical as it may seem, the purposeful life has no content, no point. It hurries on and on, and misses everything. Not hurrying, the purposeless life misses nothing, for it is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.