A Quote by Minna Antrim

Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt. — © Minna Antrim
Between flattery and admiration there often flows a river of contempt.
Compliments and flattery oftenest excite my contempt by the pretension they imply; for who is he that assumes to flatter me? To compliment often implies an assumption of superiority in the complimenter. It is, in fact, a subtle detraction.
Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers. We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.
Admiration for ourselves and our institutions is too often measured by our contempt and dislike for foreigners.
We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing, too
That wealth and greatness are often regarded with the respect and admiration which are due only to wisdom and virtue; and that the contempt, of which vice and folly are the only proper objects, is most often unjustly bestowed upon poverty and weakness, has been the complaint of moralists in all ages.
How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.
How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.
The river that flows in you also flows in me.
Between the banks of pleasure and pain flows the river of life. If you spend much time on either bank you will miss out on life.
Are you searching for the river of your soul? Then come out of your prison. Leave the stream and join the river that flows into the ocean.
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.
They say you can never step in the same river twice. New water flows in, replacing the old and continually renewing the river. The Senate is the same.
Fear can be the result of admiration, or it can be a symptom of contempt.
My parents never had any money. It was cash flow. It flows, and you got your fingers in it for a little while, and it flows away. That's all I know about money. And I don't know, it flows and it's a river, but you can never, ever keep it. As an artist, I can't keep it. But hey, a man who dies with a cent in the bank is a foolish man. So I guess I'm going against the conservators. I'm a spendthrift.
Between the banks of pain and pleasure the river of life flows. It is only when the mind refuses to flow with life, and gets stuck at the banks, that it becomes a problem.
I wonder sometimes if the motivation for writers ought to be contempt, not admiration.
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