Quotes About Signs

The cloud-mottled night seemed full of signs and portents, as if fate itself was warning me to go or daring me to stay.

Puggles] What population signs on willingly for slavery? You mean other than wives? [Glinda]

We do see significant signs of a slowdown, in the economy worldwide.

I'm not overly alarmist about it, but I do think there are some worrying signs, like the growing accumulation of wealth by a very small proportion of the population, plus elections in the US are much more dominated by money than anywhere else calling itself a democracy.

If there really was a crisis, and if this crisis was caused by our emissions, you would at least see some signs. Not just flooded cities, tens of thousands of dead people, and whole nations leveled to piles of torn down buildings. You would see some restrictions. But no. And no one talks about it.

As we embrace our passions and delve into the mystery of life, we unite with the majestic complexity of nature; and if we follow the signs, this can help us understand who we really are.

If you're willing to listen, every so often, life—or God or the Universe or whatever you prefer to call it—lets us know that it's paying attention

Signs must be read with caution. The history of Christendom is replete with instances of people who misread the signs.

The adult must seem to mislead the child, and the Master the dog. They misread the signs. Their ignorance and their wishes twist everything. You are so sure you know what the promise promised! And the danger is that when what He means by 'wind' appears you will ignore it because it is not what you thought it would be—as He Himself was rejected because He was not like the Messiah the Jews had in mind.

Forget he never wanted this in the first place. Forget he was convinced she might be clinically insane and definitely feral. The bottom line was, she ran. She didn't even stop to shower. She woke up, saw Zach lying next to her, and took to the Texas hills. Not a good sign when one was just starting out in a relationship.

Something, somewhere, knows what's best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.

...And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.

It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together ... and I knew it.

One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is when we see its separate forms jumbled together.

book is a piece of digital information, written in linear, one-dimensional and one-directional form and defined by a code that transliterates a small alphabet of signs into a large lexicon of meanings through the order of their groupings.

life leaves you without directions, without guideposts or signs. When this happens, you just have to pick a direction and run like hell.

That Nate was feeling so positive should have served as a warning, but people rarely recognize signs when they appear.

When his predictions didn't come true, or even close to true, he continued writing books and giving lectures about how now the signs were coming to be fulfilled

When things did not go well, when there were threats of war, or drought, or famine, or disease, this could be taken as a sign that the gods were not satisfied with how they were being honored. At such times, who would be blamed for this failure to honor the gods? Obviously, those who refused to worship them. Enter the Christians.

Their flat, unreadable faces showed no signs of youth or age, as if their relationship with time was somehow ambivalent; and

Trying to keep a public men's room clean? Sure, go ahead and put up signs urging people to pee neatly—or, better, paint a housefly on the urinal and watch the male instinct for target practice take over.

The flavor is surprisingly poly-tribe, which is new slang for the global mash-up, the hybridization of signs, styles, and meanings that is somehow now: Liberty International Airport, Newark, New Jersey.

Just a warrior?" His whiskers trembled. "Too many omens. Three cats poisoned, two only whiskers from StarClan, Leopardfoot nearly dead, her three kits hanging on to life like rabbits in a fox den." He stared through her, seeming to forget she was there. "Why such a difficult birth for the Clan leader's mate? The kits may not make it through another night. The tom is too weak to mew, let alone feed. I should help them, and yet how can I when the signs are clear?

You have a prophecy hanging over your head like a hawk. You're fire, and only water can destroy you! You can't ignore the signs.