Quotes About Moving

You can't reminisce too much. Because you've got to keep pushing forward, you know?

I believe in energy like dark energies. I believe that when a family moves into a house where six murders took place, there's going to be some bad juju in that house. But then again what the hell is wrong with you to be moving in that house to begin with?

Now go. Don't look back. I couldn't bear to see you looking back at me while you go,

She packed a small suitcase with a few clothes and toiletries, then wheeled it to Madoc's suite. She knocked on the door, he opened it part way. "I'm moving in. If you try to keep me out again, I'm going to grab hold of a body part you like and start twisting. "

The last thing she needed was to fall for someone again. Before the move from Denver, she'd had her first serious boyfriend. Millicent had gone along on every one of their dates, suddenly determined to play chaperone. Uncle Pat's decision to move came just as the relationship was heating up Tara sagged. Why bother falling for another guy? It would hurt too much when Uncle Pat pulled up stakes again. My life sucks, she thought.

Obviously, I have a lot of memories here... but at the same time I'm going to put all my energies into moving forward and doing my best for the Thrashers.

As time passed away, life moved on, As life moved away I moved on, As I moved away, tenses changed My present became past, Future stood at large. And my present became big empty void.

that your spirit grow in curiosity, that your life be richer than it is, that you bow to the earth as you feel how it actually is, that we—so clever, and ambitious, and selfish, and unrestrained— are only one design of the moving, the vivacious many.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.

Nathan was something that happened to us, as devastating in its way as the burning roof that fell on the family Mwanza; with our fate scarred by hell and brimstone we still had to track our course. And it happened finally by the grace of hell and brimstone that I had to keep moving. I moved, and he stood still.

I felt emptied-out and singing with echoes, unrecognizable to myself: that particular feeling like your own house on the day you move out.

The baby boom psyche embraces a powerful presumption that education is a key to moving away from manual labor, and dirt—two undeniable ingredients of farming.

Most families would sooner forgive you for going to prison than for moving out of

If I was not in danger, why are you so pale? I inquired. Exhaustion, Stefano replied coldly. The exertion of moving the stone was strenuous, for a cripple. I can't imagine how you did it, I murmured, letting my eyes linger on the breadth of shoulder, displayed by his wetly clinging shirt. Unperturbed by my regard, Stefano smiled. Because my leg is injured does not mean all my muscles are atrophied.

There they were, fanned out behind him like two points at the base of a moving scalene triangle.

But then a bubbling tenor voice said kindly, Do not fear. It is a dream. The reassurance spread over him like a blanket. But he could not feel it with his hands, and the ambulance kept on moving. Needing the blanket, he clenched at the empty air until his knuckles were white with loneliness.

Moving on and not looking back, not living in the past, was a way to trick myself into further creativity.

We learn that CONTROL IS UP because we experience fights in which the victor ends up on top, that GOALS ARE DESTINATIONS because we walk toward something we want, and that TIME IS A MOVING OBJECT because things that approach us get closer and closer as time elapses.

A state is conceived as a location in a space of possible states, and change is equated with moving from one location to another in that state-space.

I love the writing. I love the idea of typing and seeing it on the computer and printing it out myself and, you know, moving sentences around. I like that.

Every moment wasted looking back, keeps us from moving forward.

I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

You learn to move on without the people you love.