Quotes About Count

When you take into your life the gnosis of the light-filled vegetables, the psychedelic plants that have stabilized the sane societies of this world for millennia, the first message that comes to you is: You are a divine being. You matter. You count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.

Their words can sound good—almost make sense—if you don't think, if you just feel. Truth doesn't seem to count for much

I don't want to get in trouble here, but the All-Star Game shouldn't count for anything. It should just be for fun.

In MMA, I believe that when a fighter knocks someone down, you have to finish him. It's not boxing, where you have a ten count; you have to finish him.

Our battle is today. Because of God's grace, yesterday doesn't count. Because of God's hope, worry about tomorrow is inappropriate.

A French count, as a volunteer officer with the Federal regiment, Gardes Lafayette, admired the delicious salad served in the headquarters mess. "What meat is this?" he asked the cook one day. "I must take the recipe to France, It will be a sensation." "Blacksnake," was the reply. The count paled, lost interest, and disappeared from the coterie of salad fanciers.

Tehol wiped sweat from his brow. 'Give me some of that hen tea, will you?' 'With or without?' 'With or without what?' 'Feathers.' 'That depends. Are they clean feathers?' 'They are now,' Bugg replied. 'All right, then, since I can't think of anything more absurd. With.' Bugg reached for a clay cup. 'I knew I could count on you, Master.

Certainly the party counts a considerable number of intellectuals among its members, but I am by no means disposed to apologise for that.

After that long of more named pavements than he'd care to count, Profane had grown a little leery of streets, especially streets like this. They had in fact all fused into a single abstracted Street, which come the full moon he would have nightmares about.

The Samuel Josephs were not a family. They were a swarm. The moment you entered the house they cropped up and jumped out at you from under the tables, through the stair rails, behind the doors, behind the coats in the passage. Impossible to count them: impossible to distinguish between them.

I'm not the only kid who lives here. There's my sister, Natalie, except she doesn't count.

Even evil bastards like Frank Begbie probabably attained an angelic innocence when they were out for the count.

Typically, being under the strike zone with the sinker isn't a big issue. I need to be a little bit higher with the strike zone earlier in the count. If you miss under with one here and there when you're ahead, it's really not an issue.

I know when I get to 0-2, 1-2, when I'm ahead in the count, that I hold a distinct advantage over every single hitter. I have so many options because I don't have to work within the strike zone anymore.

Husbands don't really count ... in the miracle of birth.

I think when you're collecting, the best advice is just 'see see see see.' The more you get used to the nuances of the art world and what people are doing and whose opinion matters, the more you can tune your own collection and know that these are works that do count; these are artists that will be of relevance tomorrow.

Democrats should have learned in 2016 that what counts in American politics is location, not turnout.

John Wetteland had a very good curveball. He threw it for a strike, too, in any count, any situation. But, he really didnt use it much. He didnt want to throw it. He wanted to throw fastball-slider.

We are all victims of war, and we all count.

I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.

There wasn't. But there should be, he thought, given how fractured families were by the war. There should be a place for anyone who cared for you at all. In fact, maybe that should be the question to start with: Who cares about you? Or even better, Who can you count on?

Boots' courage might only count when she could count, but her ability to love counted all the time.

When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don't count.

When you grew up like me and my four brothers, you end up feeling somewhat inadequate, like somehow you don't count. I was very ill as a child and in and out of hospital. That sort of alienates you, and in my songs I put that to good use.