Quotes about oblique (16 Quotes)

As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

It's a difficult injury because almost everything you do in baseball from swinging the bat to fielding to throwing involves the oblique.

Pray always for all the learned, the oblique, the delicate. Let them not be quite forgotten at the throne of God when the simple come into their kingdom.

There never was a woman who did not prefer an oblique compliment to a straight truth - if the latter were unflattering.

Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow
enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain
as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his
brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of
cuckolds, a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his
brother's leg-to what form but that he is, should wit larded with
malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to?

All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it, an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view.

It is young love. It is Jane Austen in love, something you've never seen before, a complete departure from the usual oblique portrait of her as a spinster.

Most of our censure of others is only oblique praise of self, uttered to show the wisdom and superiority of the speaker. It has all the invidiousness of self-praise, and all the ill-desert of falsehood.

The oblique paradox of propaganda is that the lie in the throat becomes, by repetition, the truth in the heart.

This excerpt is presented as reproduced by Copernicus in the preface to De Revolutionibus 'Some think that the earth remains at rest. But Philolaus the Pythagorean believes that, like the sun and moon, it revolves around the fire in an oblique circle. Heraclides of Pontus and Ecphantus the Pythagorean make the earth move, not in a progressive motion, but like a wheel in rotation from west to east around its own center.'

spontaneous, clever, specific, oblique and at the same time very human.

All censure of a man's self is oblique praise. It is in order to show how much he can spare.

I felt very good. I was a little tired towards the end of the game. But, as far as my oblique, everything felt fine. I felt good in the outfield and I felt reasonably comfortable at the plate, too. I'm happy with my day and I'm looking forward to today.

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story to vomit the anguish up.

For I am I ergo, the truth of myself my own sphinx, conflict, chaos, vortexasymmetric to all rhythms, oblique to all paths. I am the prism between black and white mine own unison in duality.

As for my oblique, everything felt fine. I felt good in (right field). I caught a few fly balls, too. I felt reasonably comfortable at the plate. I'm happy with my day and I'm looking forward to tomorrow.