Quotes About Shape

Vadderung grinned. "I've never heard it phrased quite like that, but it's accurate enough. In any event, overcoming that inertia requires tremendous energy, will, and a measure of simple luck. If one wishes to alter the course of history, it's a far simpler matter to attempt to shape the future.

Work means independence. It allowed me to shape my life on so many levels.

I know the value of living in the moment. For when you live in the moment, you live forever. Our lives are like the shifting sands on the beach, always changing, always in motion. And if we don't seize the beauty of each moment, we risk losing it forever. That is why it is important to cherish every moment, to hold it close, and to let it shape us into who we are meant to be." (p. 7)

but happiness has a shape made of air / it was never owned by anyone / it comes when it will in its own time — W.S. Merwin, from "December Morning," Garden Time (Copper Canyon Press, 2016)

Communicate with visual literacy - Make good use of all the non-verbal ways of communication - color, shape, form, texture.

Language is material to shape and mold, not only a transparent or invisible medium for communication, business contracts, or telling stories.

There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

Is courage just the awareness that gestures, journeys, lives have intrinsic shape, and must, one way or another, be completed?

Have the courage to take your own thoughts seriously, for they will shape you.

Jay stopped and unlocked an iron gate with finals wrought in the shape of pineapples.

An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world. The yellow light of a lamp on leaves of paper, the ivory-black impress of words reasoning, line by line.

the thinkers' collected voices inked onto each crowded page. An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world.

It was the very shape of the world that defeated our love. There is no bitterness in my heart. Only sorrow.

I understand why the world is shapen as it is, that we should have free will and be more than ants, that we must know evil if we're also to know good.

he'd never believed that power, in any shape or form, was anything more than the intemperate protrusion on the egomaniacal heart. Since all egomaniacs were insecure to their frightened cores, they this weilded power barbarically so the world would not find them out

Ïf ye've ever the privelege of seeing a woman in her skin, gentlemen,he said, looking over his shoulder toward the door and lowering his voice confidentially, ÿe'll observe that the hair there grows in the shape of an arrow - pointing the way, ye ken, so as a poor ignorant man can find his way safe home.

In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. – Eleanor Roosevelt

We mustn't give trouble a shape before it throws its shadow.

Important events — whether serious, happy or unfortunate — do not change a man's soul, they merely bring it into relief, just as a strong gust of wind reveals the true shape of a tree when it blows off all its leaves. Such events highlight what is hidden in the shadows, they nudge the spirit towards a place where it can flourish.

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to be born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins.

The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins.

Memory, or rather experience -- which is the memory of the event plus the wound it has inflicted on you, plus the change which it has wrought in you and which has made you different-- experience is the basic nutrition also for a work of literature (but not only for that), the true source of wealth for every writer (but not only for the writer), and yet the minute it gives shape to a work of literature it withers and dies. The writer, after writing, finds that he is the poorest of men.

The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of the future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.