Courage enlarges, cowardice diminishes resources.
By the time I met Julia Child, her husband, Paul, was little more than a ghost of a man, so diminished by old age and its attendant diseases that it was impossible to discern the remarkable artist, photographer and poet he once had been.
Being an outsider means not being heard, not having a voice. It means being treated as a second-class citizen, being diminished in the eyes of others. We have all felt this way at one time or another, but some feel it more consistently. Unfortunately, our schools often do not embrace the talents of many of their occupants.
Atheists well understand that Christmas is the most visible display of religion in the world, and that any diminishment of it is a good thing to militant secularists.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.
Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty.
Playing the same role over and over makes me feel claustrophobic sometimes and smaller than I am.
There is a difference between solitude and isolation. One is connected and one isn't. Solitude replenishes, isolation diminishes.
Your simple words just don't move me... You're minor, we major. You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player.
The real Antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
Love itself compensates for any diminishment.
Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.
I had learned this lesson so many times before. It was the great inner truth that didn't require the support of logic. Every time I loved, I lost, and I was diminished. I wondered how much of me would be left after tomorrow.
Accuracy is, in every case, advantageous to beauty, and just reasoning to delicate sentiment. In vain would we exalt the one by depreciating the other.
The real challenge is not simply to survive. Hell, anyone can do that. It’s to survive as yourself, undiminished.
As we reach the crest of life and look at the path before us, we apprehend that the path no longer ascends but slopes downward toward decline and diminishment. From that point on, concerns about death are never far from mind.
We're all very fond of a black box in our living room that works on diminishment of images, that spoons somebody up in a very limited way. It can be a reduction at its worst.
