Quotes About Stop

Only you can help me. Only you can get close to Frederick Gray. And that's why I've come here. Help me find Nightshade. Help me stop whatever it is they're planning. But above all, help me find my children. They're alive. I'm sure of it. Nightshade has them. And only you can help me get them back.

It became apparent to me near the end of the album cycle for 'House Of Gold & Bones' that it had basically run its course. But the band kept pushing for more dates, and I was just, like, 'It's time to stop!'

The immigration policies that Donald Trump and the Republicans are pushing are downright hateful and must be stopped.

There is an undeniable need to stop candy-flossing the impact of fundamentalism.

The youngest youngster vibrates with the shock of cannon firing, even though the sound may not be near enough to be heard, answered Coombe. We're all vibrating unconsciously. We are shuddering consciously at the things we hear and are mad to put a stop to, before they go further.

So I quoted the First Law of Mentat at her: 'A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.

So I quoted the First Law of Mentat at her: 'A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.' That seemed to satisfy her.

I must have a child," she said. He shook his head from side to side. "I must have my way!" she snapped. "If need be, I'll find another fatherfor my child. I'll cuckold you and dare you to expose me." "Cuckold me all you wish," he said, "but no child." "How can you stop me?" With a smile of utmost kindness, he said: "I'd have you garroted, if it came to that.

Federal legislation is urgently needed to stop this insanity of wild animals in captivity.

I tell my staff, we're riding a tour bus around, and we're going to stop and look at some weird stuff - but we're taking our viewers around safely. They're just looking out the window at it. I'm trying to create a sense of comfort for my center audience.

Hopefully, there's a place in music for Tinted Windows. If we're really trying to be iconic, we should just stop right now. If one of us could die, that would also help. But I don't think anybody wants that gig.

Sometimes energy of this nature, chaos, ill luck, goes out in the world and begets and begets. Bad luck rarely stops with one occurrence. All Indians know that. To stop it quickly takes great effort

We are so trivial by nature that only amusements can stop us from dying for real.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts

The most singular thing is that, if the clock stopped, I wound it, so that it did not miss a tick, and I could count all my lost moments.

Change can only stop, if THINKING stops.

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

It is an ancyant Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: 'By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Now wherefore stoppest me?

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

No, no, no to Tallyho.

Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.

one step. Creak. Two steps. Creak! Three. Creeeeeak! I stop on the very bottom stair and look across the basement at the huge and creepy mirror. It's still huge and creepy, but other than that, it looks perfectly fine. "There is not a single crack in the mirror," I say. "We're going back to bed. Now." "I never said it was cracked," Jonah says. "I said it was hissing." He approaches

All souls converge upon a hopeless mote tonight, as though the throngs of souls in hopeless pain rise up to say they cannot care, to say they abide whatever is to come. My air is flung with souls which will not stop and among them hangs a soul that has not died and refuses to come home.