Outside the locked room is the landscape of time, in which the spirit may, with luck and courage, construct the fragile, makeshift, improbable roads and cities of fidelity: a landscape inhabitable by human beings.
Quotes about makeshift (14 Quotes)
For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood.
We found a wonderful group of private citizens at a makeshift shelter.
I tell you there isn't a thing under the sun that needs to be done at all, but what a man can do better than a woman, unless it's bearing children, and they do that in a poor makeshift way it had better have been left to the men.
Luckily, nothing serious has happened, other than some minor scrapes and bumps and cuts, but the way it's going, with all the alcohol, it's just a matter of time, ... It's not a good mix the water and that many kids on makeshift rafts drinking.
We played great character football in the second half. We had some kids, who are not starters (and) who were not defensive specialists. They were kids that we had to borrow to put in there to makeshift and do some things. We had a lot of people playing the whole way. We probably should have started it like that.
Adebola had been similarly profligate, twice heading over from close in, before he finally found his range 12 minutes into the second half when he escaped the offside trap before prodding the ball under Lee Camp. I thought a makeshift defence did well for 99 of the game, ... but one lapse has cost us.
After the absence of our setter (freshman Erika Price) and a makeshift lineup, we came out a lot more in tune in what we have been practicing on over the last two-and-a-half weeks, ... Our chemistry and positioning of players was much better tonight.
Impulse without reason is not enough, and reason without impulse is a poor makeshift.
Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.
INFERIAE, n. Latin Among the Greeks and Romans, sacrifices for propitation of the Dii Manes, or souls of the dead heroes for the pious ancients could not invent enough gods to satisfy their spiritual needs, and had to have a number of makeshift deities, or, as a sailor might say, jury-gods, which they made out of the most unpromising materials. It was while sacrificing a bullock to the spirit of Agamemnon that Laiaides, a priest of Aulis, was favored with an audience of that illustrious warrior's shade, who prophetically recounted to him the birth of Christ and the triumph of Christianity, giving him also a rapid but tolerably complete review of events down to the reign of Saint Louis. The narrative ended abruptly at the point, owing to the inconsiderate crowing of a cock, which compelled the ghosted King of Men to scamper back to Hades. There is a fine mediaeval flavor to this story, and as it has not been traced back further than Pere Brateille, a pious but obscure writer at the court of Saint Louis, we shall probably not err on the side of presumption in considering it apocryphal, though Monsignor Capel's judgment of the matter might be different and to that I bow --wow.
But we expressed our concerns, because he brought it up, that he's allowing people to camp on the island, and he's built a makeshift bridge with no engineering standards to get to that island. He volunteered that information and we certainly asked staff to follow up on that, because it seems like he's putting people in harm's way by allowing them to camp there at night.
We do have a group of about 50 people who are chronic homeless. They use the winter shelter when the weather is bad, but once it gets warm they are back at their makeshift camps under the bridges and along the river. They make very little effort to use the homeless services and improve their lives. We can offer all the programs in the world, but if they don't want to use them and don't want to change their lifestyles, there isn't much we can do about it.
So ego, then, is the absence of true knowledge of who we really are, together with its result a doomed clutching on, at all costs, to a cobbled together and makeshift image of ourselves, an inevitably chameleon charlatan self that keeps changing and has to, to keep alive the fiction of its existence. Ego is then defined as incessant movements of grasping at a delusory notion of 'I' and 'mine,' self and other, and all the concepts, ideas, desires, and activity that will sustain that false construction. The fact that we need to grasp at all and go on and on grasping shows that in the depths of our being we know that the self does not inherently exist. The ego's greatest triumph is to inveigle us into believing its best interests are our best interests, and even into identifying our very survival with its own. This is a savage irony, considering that ego and its grasping are at the root of all our suffering. Yet ego is so convincing, and we have been its dupe for so long, that the thought that we might ever become egoless terrifies us.