Fragments Quote by William Golding Download Open image “the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist.” — William Golding ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fragments Thousand White
They may have had time to destroy them, and I don't know the answer. — Donald Rumsfeld Copy Share Image
The fuses had been lit and could not be extinguished. All that remained was to observe the speed of the spark, and the size… — Michael Lewis Copy Share Image
When his brain died, all of the memories held in his gray matter, along with all of the knowledge he had acquired, would simply… — Dan Brown Copy Share Image
His soul was consumed by the darkness, and there was nothing left of him thereafter. — Ashutosh Cheulkar Copy Share Image
For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no… — Leslie Marmon Silko Copy Share Image
The front of his face exploded out the back of his skull. He died instantly, the next day. — Andy Samberg Copy Share Image
“Now, on the contrary, here he was , plunged into a whiteness so luminous, so total, that it swallowed up rather than absorbed, not… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“When he looked through the scope it was as if the largest part of him dissolved and what remained was the kernel everything sprang… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began.… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“Once more, amid the breeze, the shouting, the slanting sunlight on the high mountain, was shed that glamour, that strange invisible light of friendship,… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“There ought to be some mode of life where all love is good, where one love can't compete with another but adds to it.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“I stood, in shame and confusion, seeing for the first time despite my anger a different picture of Evie in her life-long struggle to… — William Golding Copy Share Image
When you take a child who's hollering like hell, sit him on your knee, and say "once upon a time", you stop him hollering.… — William Golding Copy Share Image
The beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the others as soon as possible. — William Golding Copy Share Image
“He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
I'm scared of him," said Piggy, "and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop… — William Golding Copy Share Image
“I could think of any moment and see him weaved throughout it. It was as though his soul was interwoven with mine” — M.R. Field Copy Share Image
Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists… — Linda Olsson Copy Share Image
The idea of photography as evidence is pure bullshit. A photo is no more proof of any reality than what you may hear being… — Marc Riboud Copy Share Image
Genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other… — Franz Grillparzer Copy Share Image
...Forgiving is not having to understand. Understanding may come later, in fragments, an insight here and a glimpse there, after forgiving. — Lewis B. Smedes Copy Share Image
Today, something is happening to the whole structure of human consciousness. A fresh kind of life is starting. Driven by the forces of love,… — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Copy Share Image
Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Instead of a perpetual and perfect measure of the divine will, the fragments of the Koran were produced at the discretion of Mahomet; each… — Edward Gibbon Copy Share Image
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since. — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
