Quotes About Bends

It gives a fair hearing to those who dissent scientifically from its propositions—in fact, it bends over backward to be fair

The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.

My, my! That does sound serious. He's almost delirious, But let's not give up yet. The sun still hasn't set On this grim tale of grief. Of course, as its chief Architect, I know how it ends. But this river has more bends Before it flows into the sea. So I'll forgo my omnipotence And keep you in the dark. Oooooo! What suspense! I just love being me!

A truth bends near him, one that his discipline will never find. Consciousness itself is a flavor of madness, set against the thoughts of the green world.

A guitar is so tactile, and when you're playing bends - and bending notes is a big part of my style - there are so many notes within the note you're bending from and the note you're bending up to.

All that night he followed bends of the black road jeweled by starlight until the wan light of the dawn touched the east with red and the pastures turned green.

If religion bends to society's whims, like Peter Tatchell himself, it ceases to be religious, so what's the point?

The heaven of stars bends over me in silence, a harp through which the wind of time still whispers music some hand has hushed but left there trembling-- where time has made such music!

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love, that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.

The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.

I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight, I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.

Software breaks before it bends, so it demands perfection in a universe that prefers statistics.

Truth bends abashed, and answers not.

My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.

In forward bends, one uses the outer mind while in backbends the outer mind is silenced and the inner mind is made to work.

It is a string of letters, written in a slanted fashion; the words seem to slide down the page, as if they weigh more at the end of the sentence than at the beginning. He bends to look.

The arc of history is long, but it bends towards zombie apocalypse.