Quotes About Play

I pulled the feather out, jerking him away from the dream. Just like he used to do with me, when I went in alone. The play was shifting, and I knew how bad it felt, to have your dream dragged from your mouth.

This plastic disk." "And you throw it." "Why?" "For fun." "Team sport.

At home in the nursery, I usually played alone. Actually, I seldom played, I spoke to the wallpaper. The many dark circles in the pattern of the wallpaper seemed like people to me. I made up stories in which they appeared, either I told them the stories or they played with me, I never got tired of the wallpaper people and I could talk to them for hours.

I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on the water.

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.

Só quero Deus. Quero Deus dentro de mim. Quero que Deus brinque na minha corrente sanguínea da mesma forma que a luz do sol se diverte na água

It's all just a game.

Einstein called this tactic "combinatory play"—the act of opening up one mental channel by dabbling in another.

Ever try to take a toy away from a toddler? They don't like that, do they? They start kicking and screaming. Best way to take a toy away from a toddler is distract the kid, give him something else to play with. Divert his attention. Instead of trying to forcefully take thoughts out of your mind, give your mind something better to play with. Something healthier." "Like what?" "Like love, Groceries. Like pure divine love.

It doesn't discourage me in the least, in other words, to know that my life's work is arguably useless. All it does is make me want to play.

The field of honor is a painful field," Olive went on at last, as though Peg had not spoken. "That's what my father taught me when I was young. He taught me that the field of honor is not a place where children can play. Children don't have any honor, you

my entire life has been shaped by an early decision to reject the cult of artistic martyrdom, and instead to place my trust in the crazy notion that my work loves me as much as I love it—that it wants to play with me as much as I want to play with it—and that this source of love and play is boundless.

I often remember that dusty, ruined flat in old Beirut. And I know that a little part of me will stay there forever, laying out those treasures on the windowsill and playing at cat's cradle with my friend.

Yes, she had needed that. She had needed it all her life, without knowing that was what she needed. The joy of creation, of play, had been the empty place unfilled by family and social duties. She would have loved her children better, she thought now, if she had realized how much she herself needed to play, to follow her own childish desire to handle beautiful things and make more beauty.

Again the dainty handkerchief came into play. Emerson made clucking noises. I said nothing, but drank my whiskey in ladylike silence.

Why did we stop running and playing? We loved it so much. Who made the rule that the child's pleasure in the body must come to an end? I blame the Puritans!

Maerad was pierced by a sudden grief, and briefly forgot all about pretense and masks: the world was too cruel for play.

Those comic book conventions where they dress up as characters and fully commit to the roles, the online games where they waste entire days in a cartoon landscape, spending play money and living out alternate identities, even falling in love . . . You have to have one foot in childhood to commit to pretending that intensely, and they do. These kids do. Anyway,

It's not that children are little scientists — it's that scientists are big children. Scientists actually are the few people who as adults get to have this protected time when they can just explore, play, figure out what the world is like.

those abilities lead children to create imaginary friends—and lead grown-ups to create plays and novels. Imagining how they could be different actually lets children, and adults, become different. We can turn ourselves into our imaginary alter egos.

Utopianism is, as Plato taught us at the outset, the fire with which we must play because it is the only way we can find out what we are. We need to criticize false understandings of Utopia, but the easy way out provided by realism is deadly.

We were not friends. We were simply what becomes of kids who are thrust together so often that, eventually, they run out of reasons not to go play.

Every player should be accorded the privilege of at least one season with the Chicago Cubs. That's baseball as it should be played — in God's own sunshine. And that's really living.

I was two years old when my mom put me in mommy and me classes. I always had a lot of energy so it was the perfect fit!