Heart of darkness Quote by Joseph Conrad Download Open image ““...for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself...”” — Joseph Conrad ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Heart of darkness Joseph-conrad
“there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
...for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence... — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“He was a seaman, but he was a wanderer, too, while most seamen lead, if one may so express it, a sedentary life. Their minds are of the stay-at-home order, and their home is always with them - the ship; and so is their country - the sea. One ship is very much like another, and the sea is always… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
“(about sailors) Their minds are of the stay-at-home order, and their home is always with them - the ship; and so is their country… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“We are like sailors who on the open sea must reconstruct their ship but are never able to start afresh from the bottom.” — Otto Neurath Copy Share Image
One ship is very much like another and the sea is always the same. In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself,… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
“He found himself in the strange predicament all sailors share: essentially he belonged neither to the land nor to the sea. Possibly a man… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
“A sailor? A common sailor? A common ordinary seaman bests the great Inigo Montoya with the sword? In-con-ceiv-a-ble. He must be the Dread Pirate… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms. — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“A fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“The mind of man is capable of anything-because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valour, rage-who can tell?-but truth-truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder-the man know, and can look on without a wink. But he must at… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Perhaps on some quiet night the tremor of far-off drums, sinking, swelling, a tremor vast, faint; a sound weird, appealing, suggestive and wild -… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“All that mysterious life of the wilderness that stirs in the forest, in the jungles, in the hearts of wild men.” — Joseph Conrad Copy Share Image
“Thieving was not a sheer absurdity. It was a form of human industry, perverse indeed, but still an industry exercised in an industrious world; it was work undertaken for the same reason as the work in potteries, in coal mines, in fields, in tool-grinding shops. It was labour, whose practical difference from the other forms of labour consisted in the… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. — Jean Giraudoux Copy Share Image
“The social organization of Heart of Darkness – captured in the corporate culture of the ‘Company’ – is a metonym for modernity. It is powerfully linked to the psychic through the symbolic order. In the novel’s primal scene, young Marlow pores over maps, lingering over the ‘blank spaces’. ‘The biggest – the most blank, so to speak’ is the heart… — Stephen Ross Copy Share
“They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force—nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others. They grabbed what they could get for the sake of what was to be got. It was just robbery with violence, aggravated murder on a great scale, and men… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness. — Mary Balogh Copy Share Image
When I think of the standing, the importance and the erudition of all these people who see nothing about racism in Heart of Darkness,… — Chinua Achebe Copy Share Image
“(After relaying horrific stories that have been shared in popular news.) All of these stories are true. The conflict has seen acts of cannibalism . . . Journalists have a responsibility to report on these atrocities, and people are often jolted awake by such horrors. In addition, millions of dollars have gone to dedicated organizations and health centers in the… — Jason K. Stearns Copy Share
When I do a novel, I don't really use the script, I use the book; when I did Apocalypse Now, I used Heart of… — Francis Ford Coppola Copy Share Image
The word 'ivory' rang in the air, was whispered, was sighed. You would think they were praying to it. A taint of imbecile rapacity blew through it all, like a whiff from some corpse. By Jove! I've never seen anything so unreal in my life. And outside, the silent wilderness surrounding this cleared speck on the earth struck me as… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
“I wanted adventures. I wanted to go up the Nung river to the heart of darkness in Cambodia. I wanted to ride out into a desert on camelback, sand and dunes in every direction, eat whole roasted lamb with my fingers. I wanted to kick snow off my boots in a Mafiya nightclub in Russia. I wanted to play with… — Anthony Bourdain Copy Share
“Trees, trees, millions of trees, massive, immense, running up high; and at their foot, hugging the bank against the stream, crept the little begrimed steamboat, like a sluggish beetle crawling on the floor of a lofty portico. It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet it was not altogether depressing, that feeling. After all, if you were small,… — Joseph Conrad Copy Share
