A Quote by John Steinbeck

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ. — © John Steinbeck
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
Punt returns will kill you quicker than a minnow can swim a dipper.
And that almost killed you?" "It wasn't deep but it got infected. Infection means that the bad germs got into it. Infection's the most dangerous thing there is, Tom. Infection was what made the superflu germ kill all the people. And infection is what made people want to make the germ in the first place. An infection of the mind.
You can kill my body, and you can take my life but you can never kill my soul. My soul will live forever!
The hand can be quicker than the eye, and the mouth can be quicker than the brain.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.
For my tennis, I think it's better balls are flying because I like to play quicker, finish the point little bit quicker than other guys.
When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose.
Poor soul - very sad; her late husband, you know, a very sad death - eaten by missionaries - poor soul.
Any number of my former brothers felt they would make heroes of themselves in the Nation of Islam if they killed me. ...I knew that no one would kill you quicker than Muslim if he felt that's what Allah wanted him to do.
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
For example, if it's a sad scene, I need to feel that way, at least to a slight degree and for a short while, to get it right. Which is why I sometimes listen to music when I'm revising. Music creates moods for me quicker than any other medium.
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.
The observer of the soul cannot penetrate into the soul, but there doubtless is a margin where he comes into contact with it. Recognition of this contact is the fact that even the soul does not know of itself. Hence it must remain unknown. That would be sad only if there were anything apart from the soul, but there is nothing else.
Remember wars are won by killing people. The more we kill, the quicker we'll get out of this war.
It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!