Quotes About Counting

They were coming back to where they had begun. As her foot hit the spot, Egwene said, 'That's one,' and ran on through the darkness with no one to see but Aviendha, no one to say whether she went back to her tent right then. Aviendha would not have told, but it never occurred to Egwene to stop short of the fifty.

did hope that somehow Mary could go. "Oh, bother! I've miscounted

À distância, um relâmpago. Conto — um, dois, três, quatro — e o trovão ressoa.

I think it's early. Early in our lives. Early in the night. Early in the new year. If you're counting, you'll notice the earlys outnumber the lates.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder has at least a hundred different manifestations in both humans and vampires. Shane sorts. Regina counts. Spencer cleans. Noah watches where and how he walks, aligning his feet with the pattern of the carpet or grains of hardwood. Monroe and I share an obsession with words, rearranging the letters on signs or parsing definitions (he's learned to do it all in his head, while I often blurt out a grammatical correction in a rude and embarrassing way).

What is leave?—A pause that only makes everything after it so much worse. Already the sense of parting begins to intrude itself. My mother watches me silently; I know she counts the days; every morning she is sad. It is one day less. She has put away my pack, she does not want to be reminded by it.

PUPIL: I can count to . . . to infinity. PROFESSOR: That's not possible, miss. PUPIL: Well then, let's say to sixteen. PROFESSOR: That is enough. One must know one's limits. Count

The Sumerians also developed a counting system based on the number sixty, which is divisible by eleven other numbers and so particularly handy for Bronze Age accountancy. From this we get our 60-second minutes, 60-minute hours, 360-day years and 360-degree circles.

When she looked at a rose she savoured its beauty, they counted the petals.

What is memory, anyway, if not for the endless exchange of currency, a continual allowing and distributing, a counting in the hope that the total will be right, that what once was will return with no shortage, whole, untouched, and perhaps even with interest, through love and longing?

When we came in she had her chair sideways, without even looking up to know that it was us, that the doctors had said that sitting and staring at the snow was a waste of time; she should get involved in something. She laughed and told us it wasn't a waste of time. It would be a waste of time just to stare at snowflakes, but she was counting, and even that might be a waste of time, but she was only counting the ones that were just alike

Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.

You know as far as diet goes, for a while I was really obsessed with counting fat grams along with the rest of the world.

I've already felt that I want to direct. Being an executive producer is like the best job in the world because you make all these executive decisions and then you leave the money to other people. You don't have to be on set and counting beans.

Everybody expects that their vote's going to count.

When I can't sleep, I'll start thinking about how many shows I've done, count up the number of television shows and movies.

It's just misery to try to keep count of what God is no longer counting.

Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed.

Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the apples in a seed.

Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.

He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. – Psalm 147:4

Count your blessings, name them one by one, Count your blessings, see what God hath done! Count your blessings, name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.

the bus timetable sites are all run by an inbred cabal of malicious gnomes. Who don't speak English. And who don't count very well either. Or tell time. And they certainly can't read maps.

Grant proved remarkably fair-minded, declaring that "should there be any grounds of suspicion of fraudulent counting on either side it should be reported and denounced at once . . . Either party can afford to be disappointed in the result but the Country cannot afford to have the result tainted by the suspicion of illegal or false returns.