Quotes About Shape

Go on a treasure hunt in your life. What did you get? How were your needs met? How are they being met now? What resources do you have? What are your strengths? What did your losses mean to you—what did you learn from your losses and from what you endured? How did your losses shape you? What are your talents, abilities, gifts?

Indeed he had worn that piece of furniture - or symbol of bone-laziness - into such a shape as made the descent of any other body than his own into that crater of undulating horsehair a hazardous enterprise.

Then slowly, as his erratic shape approached the next guttering aura he would begin by degrees to become a silhouette, until immediately before the candle he would for a moment appear like an inky scarecrow, a mantis of pitch-black cardboard worked with strings.

When I'm not writing, I do a lot of research reading on the shape of civilization. Fiction can be a lot of different things... but I feel like it's my job to write about the way things are.

The music aids the message, it's there to punctuate and abbreviate and shape the silence.

I have a recognizable silhouette.

I think my love of form is especially informed by my background, whether this is creating a wonderful silhouette in a dress or finding the perfect shape for a bowl or the 'just so' angle of a table leg.

Geometric shapes hold an energy pattern, and scientists did some experiments which say certain geometric shapes can affect matter around them. It's simply because when a human looks at a shape, they instantly receive energy from their brain.

Just, that we read fiction because it suggests that life has a shape, and we feel . . . consoled, I think he said, by that notion. Consoled to think that life isn't just one damned thing after another. That it has sequence and consequence." She smiled at Edith. "I think it was more or less the idea that fictional narrative made life seem to matter, that it pushed away the

She grinned. "You don't have to go to the gym, do you? Carrying around that ego is enough of a workout." "It keeps me in shape.

Having a father who worked at SHAPE was a wonderful opportunity for Sonnet, who would be serving at NATO as an intern.

The shape of his head, the set of his shoulders are a pattern she could recognize and love out of a crowd of shadows.

Her expression is blank and demure, but this girl and I, we have the same shape mouth. I recognize the way she's set it, like she's got a ball of mutiny in there, and she is rolling it around to get a thorough taste. She's not half as placid as she looks.

creature with imprecise contours, a sort of deceitful, dishonest amoeba that can't be investigated, for, looking for it again under the microscope, we find that it's not there, and we suspect that it's gone, and we soon realize that it has changed shape and is now impossible to recognize.

In such a square context, we grow in bent shapes, our love made beautiful by our restraints.

It's inevitable your environment will influence what you do.

You cannot disconnect the form from the material - the material informs the form.

I have helped shape in the past the Democratic Party's agenda on innovation.

I know that I'm very comfortable with my body. I'm not in insane shape or anything. I run, but I'm not a gym guy or anything. I wish I had washboard abs, but I don't.

Data is the kind of ubiquitous resource that we can shape to provide new innovations and new insights, and it's all around us, and it can be mined very easily.

I think what shaped me was I had two parents who were scientists, and especially, they were great readers. They had both grown up in sort of rural parts of the South and were oddballs where they grew up. They were budding intellectuals.

My forms are geometric, but they don't interact in a geometric sense. They're just forms that exist everywhere, even if you don't see them.

I definitely think America should seek to lead and shape the world and make it safe for liberal democracy. I just don't think military intervention is going to get us there.

O woman shapely as a swan, Your gunmen tread on my dreams