Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.
Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
The night! When the outside world is hiding in darkness, you have to turn on the light within in order to see where you put your steps.
Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of , or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one’s make-up.
My feet took an involuntary step backward as I suddenly envisioned a world where I wasn't a hot tempered smartass. It was a pretty world.
Your life is not a countdown to your death, but a stepping stone for the lives that will live after you. Squander today, and you will find yourself useless tomorrow.
Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.
It was amazing what I could remember about myself when I retraced my own steps.
The reputation of a great work ethic that took years to build can be forgotten with one act of misjudgment.
To be happy a woman had to think hard, during long silent hours, about how to make each small step forward.
Friends who mock your dreams are not qualified to keep dusting your door step with their footprints every time.
Take a step in the right direction and you will find your smile again. It will be there beaming by the light of God’s amazing grace.
There were fourteen steps exactly fourteen. But the top one was smaller, out of proportion, as if it had been added to avoid the evil number.
Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.
The corruption of religious leaders, who were expected to be the source of spiritual force and regeneration, is the last step in the of decay of a community.
Believing something existed and then finding out it didn't was like reaching the top of the stairs and thinking there was one more step.
The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn’t even check for traffic. There wasn’t any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.
Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.
Formal education teaches how to stand, but to see the rainbow you must come out and walk many steps on your own.
