Quotes About Standing still

Anybody who runs is a VC. Anybody who stands still is a well-disciplined VC.

If you stand still outside you can hear it... Winter's footsteps, the sound of falling leaves.

Because you have labeled growth "trouble," and standing still "safe." I tell you this: Your feelings will never get you into "trouble," because your feelings are your truth.

if we don't act , we're just standing still. and the act of standing still is the same as moving backwards when everyone else is in motion all around us, around the world

A little boy of five or six was standing there, in fact, utterly motionless. He was dressed in grey, grey stockings above the knee, grey shorts, and a grey jersey. He was standing absolutely still, staring down the road towards them. His face was a dead, greyish white in colour. Howard caught his breath at the sight of him, and said very softly: 'Oh, my God!' He had never seen a child looking like that, in all his seventy years. He crossed quickly over to him

Tessa looked quickly to Will, but he only crossed the room as he always did to lean against the fireplace mantel. Cecily had never been able to decide if he did this because he was perpetually cold or because he thought he looked dasing standing before the leaping flames.

The academic mind reflects infinity, and is full of light by the simple process of being shallow and standing still.

Looking forward is the future, standing where you are is the present. looking back is the past. A memory is a piece of the past snipped and played as a short movie or story.

I say that I played a doorstop in Dune because I remember standing around a lot. I was down there for months.

I'm so uncoordinated, I can't really do that much, so my specialty is standing in one spot or holding on to something, like an exploding rocket or a jetski.

By standing still, we're making the things we don't like about Obamacare even worse, forcing Missourians to bear all the costs of this law - and reap none of the benefits.

During the year I stood there I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth.

So much of motion, is so much of life, and so much of joy, and to stand still, or get on but slowly, is death and the devil.

The second I left my old life's cowpath, I discovered I didn't need a drink. It became possible to stand still in the dark under the oaks, hands at my sides, and watch and wait.

Dance,' they told me, and I stood still, and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced. 'Pray,' they said, and I laughed, covering myself in the earth's brightnesses, and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.

These rocks are a release for my pent-up emotions. When I feel all tied up inside, I just stand here and throw rocks into that vacant lot!" "Hello, Charlie Brown, you blockhead!" "Sometimes I think I'm kind of a vacant lot myself...

Sometimes when you are standing still and it's snowing, you think that you hear music. You can't tell where it's coming from either. I wondered if we all really did have a soundtrack, but we just get so used to it that we can't hear it anymore, the same way that we block out the sound of our own heartbeat.

There are two types of panicking: standing still and not saying a word, and leaping all over the place babbling anything that comes into your head.

Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

The air was quiet and still. It felt weird to be standing on solid ground again. "Worst away team ever," Josh said, wading up onto land. "Not a single redshirt.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Sometimes, you find yourself inadvertently in the dark. But I'd discovered that if you stopped fighting against it and just stood still, sometimes something marvelous comes along.

As one does the return of sun after winter, I stood still and accepted the warm glow of possibility, of feeling right in the company of this small, oddly fierce person, with the inky hair and the lovely, unemphasized body.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn't ther