"Formless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... three years that have passed since I had that strange experience, I have from time to time, when in the mood, gone back to the book and have had to cut it down a good deal and to reshape it, as in the first draft it would have made too long and formless a history. ...
— Far Away and Long Ago • W. H. Hudson
... Carstone and Caddy. Harold Skimpole begins as a sketch drawn with a pencil almost as airy and fanciful as his own. The humour of the earlier scenes is delightful—the scenes in which Skimpole looks on at other people paying his debts with the air of a kindly outsider, and suggests in formless legal phraseology that they might "sign something" or "make over something," or the scene in which he tries to explain the advantages of accepting everything to the apoplectic Mr. Boythorn. But it was one of ...
— Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens • G. K. Chesterton
... specimens. She furnishes the original substance, the germ and the earth, the nourishing womb and the elements of the plant which man then sets up, models, paints, and sculpts as he wills. Limited, stubborn and formless though she be, nature has at last been subjected and her master has succeeded in changing, through chemical reaction, the earth's substances, in using combinations which had been long matured, cross-fertilization processes ...
— Against The Grain • Joris-Karl Huysmans
... shapes one really hears and sees. So also memory can create. But it is not the soul that does this, for the songs, the landscapes, and the faces are of a kind that have come in by the senses, nor have I ever understood what could be higher than these pleasures, nor indeed how in anything formless and immaterial there could be pleasure at all. Yet the wisest people assure us that our souls are as superior to our minds as are our minds to our inert and merely material bodies. I cannot understand it ...
— The Path to Rome • Hilaire Belloc
... Formless it was, being gold on gold, And void—but with that complete Life Where music could no wings unfold Till lo, God smote the strings of strife! "Myself unto Myself am Throne, Myself unto Myself am Thrall I that am All am all alone," He said, "Yea, I have ...
— Collected Poems - Volume Two (of 2) • Alfred Noyes
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