#essence

Essence is something I always enjoy, because I love New Orleans. Since they brought it back to New Orleans, it's a special place to me. We been doing it since the beginning. We did it when it was in Houston, but there's nothing like New Orleans. ↗

— Doug E. Fresh

#back #because #been #beginning #brought

The essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of the hero. ↗

— Maxwell Anderson

#essence #even #hero #play #regeneration

That whose existence is necessary must necessarily be one essence. ↗

— Avicenna

#existence #must #necessarily #necessary #whose

Originality is the essence of true scholarship. Creativity is the soul of the true scholar. ↗

— Nnamdi Azikiwe

#essence #originality #scholar #scholarship #soul

Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’ ‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (...) ‘And?’ ‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension how like a cow. The beauty of the world? The paragon of animals? To me the quintessence of dust. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#apprehension #beauty #bosco #cale #consider

The best way is to say that as a Christian for me the essence of Christian faith is that you treat others as if you wish to be treated. ↗

— Mike Huckabee

#best way #christian #christian faith #essence #faith

In essence, I'm a sophisticated cotton picker. ↗

— Eartha Kitt

#essence #i #sophisticated

What sculptors do is represent the essence of gesture. What is important in mime is attitude. ↗

— Marcel Marceau

#essence #gesture #important #mime #represent

Love is my fire and essence. The bundles which is my self is gone. Love has entered my house. You do not see me. You see 'the beloved.' How then can love be torn from my heart? ↗

— Layla and Majnun as told by Diane Wolkstein

#fire #heart #house #loss #love

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#free-verse #hamlet #poetry-life #shakespeare #the-quintessence-of-dust