Moving forward without honest efforts is moving backwards in disguise
Markl: Move it, Grandma! Or you'll lose your nose!
Celebrity was a long time in coming; it will go away. Everything goes away.
Better to do a kindness near home than go far away to burn incense.
He can see a louse as far away as China but is not aware of an elephant on his nose.
The one being carried does not realize how far away the town is.
I know that when things are at their worst, something better is just around the corner if we just put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.
We don't want to go back to the same policies and the same practices that drove our economy into a ditch, that punished the middle class, and that led us to this catastrophe. We have to keep moving forward.
I used to think that cyberspace was fifty years away. What I thought was fifty years away, was only ten years away. And what I thought was ten years away... it was already here. I just wasn't aware of it yet.
I walk fast. Keep moving. Always be a moving target. Marilyn Monroe taught me that.
It's sort of like, our bodies are designed to keep moving, and when we don't move it, we're not going to feel great.
Every day people say you got to move on with your life. You have to move on. And you just can't.
By nature, I keep moving, man. My theory is, be the shark. You've just got to keep moving. You can't stop.
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work.
Loneliness, I've read, is like being in a long line, waiting to reach the front where it's promised something good will happen. Only the line never moves, and other people are always coming in ahead of you, and the front, the place where you want to ...
She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where ...
I stomped on the spiders as I backed away, halting their progress. A brave one ambled forward and sank it’s dripping mandibles into its nearest kin. The other spiders followed suit, joining in the feeding frenzy. “Oh, look, aren’t they cute?”...
What the Net seems to be doing is chipping away my capacity for concentration and contemplation. Whether I’m online or not, my mind now expects to take in information the way the Net distributes it: in a swiftly moving stream of particles. Once I w...
Must the interest of life wane for us all as the progress of knowledge curtails the playground of imagination? No doubt it must in some measure, but there is another cause. I believe that in these days we have too many occupations, too many interests...
In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying b...
