Quotes About Circle

I like to refer to my small social circle as 'boutique.' And much like the hotels of the same ilk, my friends are all unique, high quality, and serve me good food. But more than that, they teach me things about the world and about myself that I couldn't learn anywhere else.

Ours is a circle of friendships united by ideals.

Righteous women in their circle of influence, beginning in the home, can turn the world around.

I say women exhibit the most exalted virtue when they depart from the domestic circle and enter on the concerns of their country, of humanity, and of their G-d!

Perhaps like attracts like, and that's why I found myself in a circle of women who are so passionate about making music.

You have to understand something about girls, Mick. You see 'em in the winner's circle, but you'll never find horseshit on their shoes.

Perhaps in the stillness of a summer night they will feel compelled to walk barefoot down a moonlit country road and search for the magic that connects all beings in the Circle of Life.

I record all night and sleep all day. It started because you're excited about the music and you want to stay up longer, but over 15 years, it's become a habit. In my circle, I think a lot of musicians operate like this. When the place is quiet, you're more creative. I have plenty of people I can call at 4 A.M. and know they'll be up.

There is in true grace an infinite circle: a man by thirsting receives, and receiving thirsts for more.

You've got to love life to have life, and you've got to have life to love life. . . . It's what they call a vicious circle.

In the circle of light on the state in the midst of darkness, you have the sensation of being entirely alone... This is called solitude in public... During a performance, before an audience of thousands, you can always enclose yourself in this circle, like a snail in its shell... You can carry it wherever you go.

Strange how a story sometimes seems to end just how it started, in a circle.

As I headed around the circle,the air smelled like burning leaves and the campus was shot with that Amber light you see only in the fall, and I felt, as I often did at Ault, both as if I were undeserving and as if the beauty around me was not really mine.

surrounded by a ring of stones.

We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again—we two

The most profound enchantment for the collector is the locking of individual items within a magic circle in which they are fixed as the final thrill, the thrill of acquisition, passes over them.

Web directories, which featured human-assembled lists and categories of cool sites, and Web rings, which created through a common navigation bar a circle of related sites that were linked to one another.

And having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest.   In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest.   In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.

interpretation is a conversation between text and reader, requiring not detachment but involvement. This conversation is often called the "hermeneutic circle." Our life situation will necessarily determine the questions we bring to the text, and hence strongly influence what it says and means to us. At the same time, the text maintains its own integrity, and we owe it to ourselves and the text to try to enter into its world as much as possible.

That mystery is not the curse of our existence; it's the wonder. It's what people are talking about when they talk about the circle of life that we're all part of whether we sign up to be or not—the living, the dead, those being born right this moment, and the others who are fading out.

So we go round the dreary circle. One reform is obtained, and a fresh failing springs up to take its place. One man cannot put himself against a system winked at by the whole country. It is a pity, but 'tis true, and pity 'tis 'tis true.

[I]t is out of the lore and experience of the ancients and all of those who have studied the powers of the Un-Dead. When they become such, there comes with the change the curse of immortality; they cannot die, but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying the evils of the world; for all that die from the preying of the Un-Dead become themselves Un-Dead, and prey on their kind. And so the circle goes on ever widening, like as the ripples from a stone thrown in the water.

I made a circle with a smile for a mouth on yellow paper, because it was sunshiny and bright.

Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.