Clay Quote by Bernard Malamud Download Open image “The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.” — Bernard Malamud ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Clay Clay Time Experience Exudes Legend Legends Mud Past Past Exudes Pure Time Time Mud
The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“To accept one's past—one's history—is not the same thing as drowning it it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The past is no man’s clay for remodelling. It is fired the moment it is moulded, alas. I” — Adrian Tchaikovsky Copy Share Image
“To accept one's past - one's history - is not the same things as drowning in it. An invented past can never be used;… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
“...failure with clay was more complete and more spectacular than with other forms of art. You are subject to the elements... Any one of… — A.S. Byatt Copy Share Image
We pick bygone time up by the handfuls and, like clay, see if it feels right and then form it into stories about the… — James Alexander Thom Copy Share Image
All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“When you die to yourself, you have nothing from your past to use as clay out of which to shape your future.” — Rosaria Champagne Butterfield Copy Share Image
“Forget not the Sacred Sands... The grains that pass through Time’s ancient hands!” — Nishi Singh Copy Share Image
Writers who can't invent stories often substitute style for narrative. They remind me of the painter who couldn't paint people, so he painted chairs. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
We have two lives... the life we learn with and the life we live after that. Suffering is what brings us towards happiness. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“Leo hurried up to bed and hid under the covers. Under the covers he thought his life through. Although he soon fell asleep he… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
First drafts are for learning what your novel or story is about. Revision is working with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea,… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
“Her face deeply moved him. Why, he could at first not say. It gave him the impression of youth--spring flowers, yet age--a sense of… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
I am somewhat of a meliorist. That is to say, I act as an optimist because I find I cannot act at all, as… — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
The great thing about writing: Stay with it ... ultimately you teach yourself something very important about yourself. — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
We didn't starve, but we didn't eat chicken unless we were sick, or the chicken was — Bernard Malamud Copy Share Image
Black music has always known, and not been afraid to acknowledge just how high the stakes of Black thought are. To summarize the final… — Frank B. Wilderson III Copy Share Image
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we… — William James Copy Share Image
We have been playing every summer on clay since I was five years old, so it is an easy surface for us in Belgium. — David Goffin Copy Share Image
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I love doing features, but it's a very different ballgame. Sometimes I yearn for short films again, working with a small team, getting my… — Nick Park Copy Share Image
When a buddha is painted, not only a clay altar or lump of earth is used, but the thirty-two marks, a blade of grass,… — Dogen Copy Share Image
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
As long as I sit at Henry Clay's desk, I will remember his lifelong desire to forge agreement, but I will also keep close… — Rand Paul Copy Share Image
“Come, dry your eyes, for you are LIFE, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
I have but shadowed forth my intense longing to lose myself in the Eternal and become merely a lump of clay in the Potter's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the greater to the less. They love the soil which makes their graves,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
