#mockery

Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies? ↗

— Sophocles

#mockery #our #sweetest

I have been mocked by beauty, too. But it was the beauty which cost me nothing that in the end turned upon me. ↗

— Katherine Paterson

#beauty #mockery #beauty

Do you wish to speak in Provençal, French, or Latin? They are all I can manage, I'm afraid." "Any will do," the rabbi replied in Provençal. "Splendid. Latin it is," said Pope Clement. ↗

— Iain Pears

#communication #conceit #languages #mockery #papal-authority

Study with desire is real activity; without desire it is but the semblance and mockery of activity. ↗

— William Godwin

#desire #mockery #real #semblance #study

Marilyn Manson is a mockery of American pop culture. ↗

— Marilyn Manson

#culture #manson #marilyn #marilyn manson #mockery

From the age of fifteen, dogma has been the fundamental principle of my religion: I know no other religion; I cannot enter into the idea of any other sort of religion; religion, as a mere sentiment, is to me a dream and a mockery. ↗

— John Henry Newman

#any #been #cannot #dogma #dream

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#change #change the world #designed #great #laughed

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be. ↗

— George Santayana

#contradiction #every #itself #mockery #moment

I had never yet done such a thing in life, but now I felt a desire to mock. ("In The Court Of The Dragon") ↗

— Robert W. Chambers

#mockery #mocking #life

Whether that lady's gentle mind, No longer with the form combined Which scattered love, as stars do light, Found sadness where it left delight, I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odors there, In truth have never passed away: 'Tis we, 'tis ours, are changed; not they. For love, and beauty, and delight, There is no death or change: their might Exceeds our organs, which endure No light, being themselves obscure. (--Conclusion, Autumn - A Dirge) ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#death #mockery #beauty