The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know.
Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.
The Way is ever nameless.
We kill each other over which name to call the Nameless.
But in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me.
Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.
Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.
The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name. The Nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth; the Named is the mother of all things.
Of what import are brief, nameless lives . . . to Galactus?
I am the Attributeless, Absolute, Nirguna. I have no name, no residence.
Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.
I was not a name; I was not a face. I was not going to finance a movie. No one was going to come and pay tickets to see me.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.
"I am Sa’kagé a lord of shadows. I claim the shadows that the Shadow may not." [...] "I am the strong arm of deliverance. I am Shadowstrider. I am the Scales of Justice. I am He-Who-Guards-Unseen. I am Shadowslayer. I am Nameless." [...] "The coranti shall not go unpunished." [...] "My way is hard but I serve unbroken. In ignobility, nobility. In shame, honor. In darkness, light. I will do justice and love mercy."
Lifestyles of the rich and famous. Well I'm rich and famous but if you got money, they know what you're name is. If you don't, you're nameless.
