Matter Quotes - Page 215

Let your letter be written as accurately as you are able,--I mean with regard to language, grammar, and stops; for as to the matter of it the less trouble you give yourself the better it will be. Letters should be easy and natural, and convey to the persons to whom we send them just what we should say to the persons if we were with them.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

He should have no further trouble from her, he thought in satisfaction. Surely by now she knew his dominance over her. She would submit as easily in all matters as she had in this one. He frowned then. She had submitted, hadn´t she?

An understanding of Jesus is not a mere matter of intelligence. He has to be accepted by faith.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

No matter what has happened, you're not a pig-boy; you're an Assistant Pig Keeper!

The political satirist usually votes against their own interests, but the bottom line is that it doesn't really matter.

Friends and family matter most during hard times.

Memory and poetry go together, absolutely. It is a matter of preserving and of remembering things.

And wouldn't we be better off if every New Year's, we thought about the things we did right and we resolved to keep doing them, no matter how wacky they were.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

Evie," Lillian interupted impatiently, "men expect to be deceived in these matters. They're happiest that way. If one were straightforward with them the whole prospect of marriage would be too alarming, and none of them would ever do it.

Ghost?” St. Vincent shot him an incredulous glance. “Christ. You’re not serious, are you?” "I’m a Gypsy,” Cam replied matter-of-factly. “Of course I believe in ghosts.” “Only half Gypsy. Which led me to assume that the rest of you was at least marginally sane and rational.” “The other half is Irish,” Cam said a touch apologetically. “Christ,” St. Vincent said again, shaking his head as he strode away.

... no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love every day for the rest of my life.

Somehow I knew that no matter what I chose to tell or to keep secret, he would understand.

No matter how much money you make or don't, how many friends you think you have or lack or how much you know you are loved - or not, we all cherish one thing above all else, the intrinsic need to connect

You were always uncomfortable with the rhetoric of emotion, which is quite a different matter from discomfort with emotion itself.

For that matter, thinking of one's self as exceptional is probably more the rule than not.

It's not just a matter of saying you have to have courage, because you learn courage.

No matter how cynical I get, I can't keep up.

Every day I read the newspapers, and no matter how cynical I get, it's imposssible to keep up.

There's nothing I wouldn't do, no matter how dirty or hard.

[Children] use up the same part of my head as poetry does. To deal with children is a matter of terrific imaginative identification. And the children have to come first. It's no use putting off their evening meal for two months.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.