Quotes About Mold

I think a lot of people clamored for me to be a world champion or to be in this position but that I needed to be more serious and fit a certain mold. One of my things as a performer is that what I learned in our journey was, honestly, it was so much more rewarding to do it our way.

Consensus wisdom has it that all modern commercial fantasy novels fall into two camps: those derived from J.R.R. Tolkien and those derived from Mervyn Peake. The 'Lord of the Rings' template or the 'Gormenghast' mold.

Girls like guys to be a challenge. It gives them some mold to fit in how they act. Like a mom. What would a mom do if she couldn't fuss over you and make you clean your room? And what would you do without her fussing and making you do it? Everyone needs a mom. And a mom knowns this. And it gives her a sense of purpose. You get it?

You have the power to mold your life how ever you want. To shape it and reshape it.

Your Mental Conduct, your hour-by-hour thinking, produces specific conditions, and may be thought of as the weather of your soul. Your fixed convictions concerning the things that really matter are seldom changed and may be called the climate of the soul, and it is these that mold your destiny.

The only way to predict the future is to have power to shape the future.

A rule is like a mold; you pour in the wax, and when it is pressed, it comes out, and the mold is left behind.

When our interests matched, the Americans have been good to us, and when the interests differed, they wanted us to mold ourselves to them, which we refused.

The Midwest is full of these types of people: the nice-enoughs. Nice enough but with a soul made of plastic—easy to mold, easy to wipe down.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

Once there was a queen in a palace of bread. Sing blue, sing white, stay up all night. She nibbled on the walls and gobbled up her bed. Sing white, sing blue, sing ballyhoo. The people begged a crumb from their robust queen. Sing blue, sing white, she ate all night. She would not share a thing until it turned green. So white, so blue, the mold it grew.

In music, it makes for a good platform to take time and really mold a piece the way I need to mold it. When it comes to fashion, I create a functional art that moves.

Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.

I can push in the sticky-out bits.

Fortuitous circumstances constitute the moulds that shape the majority of human lives, and the hasty impress of an accident is too often regarded as the relentless decree of all ordaining fate.

I'm the very glass of fashion and the mold of form. Aren't I, Mewster? You look like a walking hairball, said the kitten.

These small, everyday actions had their own value; the pressure of my daily habits would mold my future. These habits were little things on their own, but their combined weight was massive. I thought again of one of my favorite lines from Samuel Johnson: "It is by studying little things, that we attain the great art of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible.

Coach Noll insists upon his players having a positive attitude toward the game and, looking back, I really believe that his philosophy in this area helped mold the Steelers into being the team of the 1970s.

As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

The tragedy of lameness seems so unfair to children that they are embarrassed in its presence. And they, most recently off nature's mold, sense that they have only narrowly missed being another of her jokes. In relief at the narrow escape, they vent their emotions in impatience and criticism of the unlucky cripple.

When I was growing up, I was a huge San Francisco 49ers fan. The New England Patriots have a similar mold and plan to win a lot of games - reminiscent to that Bill Walsh era.

I'd been wandering about in the enchantments of romance, afflicted with the worst female curse on earth, the need to mold myself to expectations.

It's so effortless to let my loneliness defeat me, make me mold myself to whatever would (in some way - but not wholly) relieve it. I must never forget it... I want sensuality and sensitivity, both... Let me never deny that... I want to err on the side of violence and excess, rather than to underfill my moments.

Any sensibility which can be crammed into the mold of a system, or handled with the rough tools of proof, is no longer a sensibility. It has hardened into an idea ...