#cathedral

Every sport needs its temple, its cathedral. ↗

— Thomas Friedman

#every #needs #temple

People said making clothes inside out was not proper. I disagreed, because clothes that are inside out are as beautiful as a cathedral. ↗

— Sonia Rykiel

#because #cathedral #clothes #disagreed #i

We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupery

#cathedral #define #essential #him #man

Five days a week I drive from our home to the Episcopal Cathedral Center of Los Angeles where I have an office, my computer, and a wonderful sense of community - especially nurtured by the presence of several younger gay men and women who are good friends. ↗

— Malcolm Boyd

#cathedral #center #community #computer #days

My icons do not raise up the blessed savior in elaborate cathedrals. They are constructed concentrations celebrating barren rooms. They bring a limited light. ↗

— Dan Flavin

#blessed #bring #cathedrals #celebrating #concentrations

You have started the book with this bubble over your head that contains a cathedral full of fire - that contains a novel so vast and great and penetrating and bright and dark that it will put all other novels ever written to shame. And then, as you get towards the end, you begin to realise, no, it's just this book. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#book #bright #bubble #cathedral #contains

A Cathedral Façade at Midnight Along the sculptures of the western wall I watched the moonlight creeping: It moved as if it hardly moved at all Inch by inch thinly peeping Round on the pious figures of freestone, brought And poised there when the Universe was wrought To serve its centre, Earth, in mankind’s thought. The lunar look skimmed scantly toe, breast, arm, Then edged on slowly, slightly, To shoulder, hand, face; till each austere form Was blanched its whole length brightly Of prophet, king, queen, cardinal in state, That dead men’s tools had striven to simulate; And the stiff images stood irradiate. A frail moan from the martyred saints there set Mid others of the erection Against the breeze, seemed sighings of regret At the ancient faith’s rejection Under the sure, unhasting, steady stress Of Reason’s movement, making meaningless. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#faith #futility #moonlight #mortality #night

Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#build #cathedral #chicken #desirable #house

Dead towns are the Cathedrals of Silence. They, too, have their gargoyles, singular figures, exaggerated, dubious, set in high profile. They stand out from the mass of grey, which takes all it has in the way of character, its twitchings of stagnant life from them. Some have been distorted by solitude, others grimace with a directionless fervour; here there are masks of cherished lust, there faces ceaselessly sculpted and furrowed by mysticism. Human gargoyles, the only figures of interest in this monotonous population. ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#cathedrals-of-silence #dead-towns #human-gargoyles #the-bells-of-bruges #life

That great Cathedral space which was childhood. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#childhood #great #space #which