Quotes About Mark

My body is a journal in a way. It's like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist.

The coward, then, is a despairing sort of person; for he fears everything," Aristotle wrote. "The brave man, on the other hand, has the opposite disposition; for confidence is the mark of a hopeful disposition.

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The mark was from the glue that once held a folder into which a library card would have fitted back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the earth and computers were the size of washing machines.

To guys like Mark, time was another weapon of the establishment, like alphabetical order. The great engineers, hackers - they didn't function under the same time constraints as everyone else.

School and other education constantly proceed upon false principles, and show a clumsy apparatus pointed at a false mark; but your apparatus is simple, and the mark a true one;

Worry sits on the countenance of nearly every season ticket-holder in the morning train and in the evening train. You see it in the streets, offices, and restaurants, and you can even meet it in the country lanes. The habit of worrying infallibly leaves its mark, and the mark is there for all to notice.

I plan on making my mark on the legacy of hip-hop, period, but also in Atlanta production because there's a lot of history there.

Any hit films, impact-creating films, leave their mark on the industry. It is in human nature to try to follow something that is creating an impact.

I felt no particular allegiance to the town. This was the place my sister died, the place I started cutting myself. A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

Above everything else, as fulfillment of the new covenant[2] the Spirit marked the return of the lost presence of God.

There's nothing discreditable about jealousy, Mr Bendrix. I always salute it as the mark of true love.

I'd lost the mark on the psychic map that says You Are Here. Personality and personal identity are in some ways like co-ordinates on the street map drawn by our intersecting relationships. We know who we are and we define what we are by references to the people we love and our reasons for loving them.

The name, Seventh-day Adventist, is a standing rebuke to the Protestant world. Here is the line of distinction between the worshipers of God, and those who worship the beast, and receive his mark. The great conflict is between the commandments of God and the requirements of the beast.

Wicked thoughts and worthless efforts gradually set their mark on the face, especially the eyes.

I used to wear a lot of red lipstick, and when I got a pimple, I'd cover it up with eyeliner to turn it into a beauty mark.

My advice: If you every have the chance to change the world, don't hesitate. Leave your great big mark.

The act of accepting the constraints of society and taking up responsibility was the mark, stated Scout Commander sen'Lora, of a mature and self-directed individual, whatever form that individual might take.

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I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension.

Sometimes the peasants, scared by this horrid apparition, informed me of his path; sometimes he himself, who feared that if I lost all trace I should despair and die, often left some mark to guide me.

All this marked them as vaguely liberal, although their ideas would never congeal into anything like a firm ideology; in this, too, they were American.

Oh, how earnest I was then—how fierce and humorless! When I look back on my journal entries from this time, I feel a great affection for the young man that I was, aching to make a mark on the world, wanting to be a part of something grand and idealistic, which evidence seemed to indicate did not exist.

My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.