Ishmael Quotes

“In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.”
― Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

“five severed fingers do not make a hand”
― Daniel Quinn

“But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“No number has ever done it for us. Not a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand. Even millions don't do it, and so every single year we pay our legislators to come up with more. But no matter how many prohibitions we come up with, they never do the trick, because no prohibited behavior has ever been eliminated by passing a law against it. Every time someone is sent to prison or executed, this is said to be "sending a message" to miscreants, but for some strange reason the message never arrives, year after year, generation after generation, century after century.

Naturally, we consider this to be a very advanced system.”
― Daniel Quinn, If They Give You Lined Paper, Write Sideways

“We made it back to the airport without getting mugged, stoned, shot at, pounced on, bombed, shelled, garroted, gassed, pitched into, caught in a cross fire, sniped at, blockaded, napalmed, or trip-wired. No one even hit us with a water balloon.”
― Daniel Quinn, My Ishmael

“What humanity came up with and held on to during its first three million years was a social organization that worked well for people. It didn't work well for products, for motorboats and can openers and operettas. It didn't work well for the greedy, the ruthless, and the power hungry. That's what we have, a social organization that works beautifully for products — which just keep getting better and better every year — but very poorly for people, except for the greedy, the ruthless, and the power hungry. Our ancestors lived in societies that every anthropologist agrees were nonhierarchical and markedly egalitarian. They weren't structured so that a few at the top lived lives of luxury, a few more lived in the middle in comfort, and the masses at the bottom lived in poverty or near poverty, just struggling to survive. They weren't riddled with crime, depression, madness, suicide, and addiction. And when we came along with invitations to join our glorious civilization, they fought to the death to hold on to the life they had.”
― Daniel Quinn, If They Give You Lined Paper, Write Sideways

“Morning to ye! Morning to ye!”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“That is how life goes- we send our children into the wilderness. Some of them on the day they are born, it seems, for all the help we can give them. Some of them seem to be a kind of wilderness unto themselves. But there must be angels there, too, and springs of water. Even that wilderness, the very habitation of jackals, is the Lord's.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

“I saw that this situation of mine was the precise situation of every mortal that breathes; only, in most cases, he, one way or other, has this Siamese connexion with a plurality of other mortals. If your banker breaks, you snap; if your apothecary by mistake sends you poison in your pills, you die. True, you may say that, by exceeding caution, you may possibly escape these and the multitudinous other evil chances of life. But handle Queequeg’s monkey-rope heedfully as I would, sometimes he jerked it so, that I came very near sliding overboard. Nor could I possibly forget that, do what I would, I only had the management of one end of it.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.”
― Bob Dylan

“You don't have to see it to love it. Just love it for it is good and that is love.”
― christian Thogolith

“caring about lives is not caring about your own life. it's all about giving your last breath for others to live. The caring man is like the last crab out of a bucket. letting others step on your back to get out, and letting you not step on others back and that is love.”
― christian

“There is Irish Spring, but there is no fall soap.”
― Jerry Mooney, History Yoghurt and the Moon

“Ishmael had the posture of a classic general; the intellect of a cab driver.”
― Jarrett McCall, The Breathing Advocate

“It is not the fault of Ishmael that he was born by a bond woman but it will surely be his fault if he die in the hands of a bond woman.”
― Ikechukwu Izuakor, Great Reflections on Success

“In the morning, Junior would remember. With the first gray light of dawn, the verses would come to him with the searing sharpness of his headache, emblazoned on his eyes in needlepoints. He would remember exactly. And think to himself, It wasn't so simple as Paul made it in Galatians.

In the morning, Junior would remember Ishmael, and the mercies God showed him, like an apology for making him in the first place.”
― Allie Ray, Children of Promise

“Talvez não seja muito dizer que a personagem principal de Moby Dick é, então, não Ahab; não o cachalote albino; não a Natureza, ou o oceano; mas a própria habilidade de se contar bem uma história.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, O narrador injustiçado

“Perhaps it is no overstatement to say, therefore, that Moby Dick’s main character is, not Ahab; nor the albino sperm whale; nor Nature, or the ocean; but rather the very ability to conscientiously tell a story well.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, The underrated narrator: The important role Ishmael plays in Moby Dick

“Israel, and you who call yourself Israel, the Church that calls itself Israel, and the revolt that calls itself Israel, and every nation chosen to be a nation – none of these lands is yours, all of you are thieves of holiness, all of you at war with Mercy. Who will say it? Will America say, We have stolen it, or France step down? Will Russia confess, or Poland say, We have sinned? All bloated on their scraps of destiny, all swaggering in the immunity of superstition. Ishmael, who was saved in the wilderness, and given shade in the desert, and a deadly treasure under you: has Mercy made you wise? Will Ishmael declare, We are in debt forever? Therefore the lands belong to none of you, the borders do not hold, the Law will never serve the lawless. To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation’s sweetest dreams of itself. The Covenant is broken, the condition is dishonoured, have you not noticed that the world has been taken away? You have no place, you will wander through yourselves from generation to generation without a thread. Therefore you rule over chaos, you hoist your flags with no authority, and the heart that is still alive hates you, and the remnant of Mercy is ashamed to look at you. You decompose behind your flimsy armour, your stench alarms you, your panic strikes at love. The land is not yours, the land has been taken back, your shrines fall through empty air, your tablets are quickly revised, and you bow down in hell beside your hired torturers, and still you count your battalions and crank out your marching songs. Your righteous enemy is listening. He hears your anthem full of blood and vanity, and your children singing to themselves. He has overturned the vehicle of nationhood, he has spilled the precious cargo, and every nation he has taken back. Because you are swollen with your little time. Because you do not wrestle with your angel. Because you dare to live without God. Because your cowardice has led you to believe that the victor does not limp.”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy