Quotes About Puppets

Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.

Yeah, we pretty much had a form and a shape by that time - a style - and I think one of the advantages of not having any relationship to any other puppeteer was that it gave me a reason to put those together myself for the needs of television.

I was fascinated by puppets as a kid and one I had when I was eight or nine, a skeleton, is now hanging in my office.

I have always been a fan of Jim Henson, and I love his Creature Shop creations, the skill of the puppets and the characters he creates.

Honestly, puppets themselves are actors effectively. The joy of puppetry is that it is very simple and low-fi, which I love.

No one is moral among the god-controlled puppets of the Iliad . Good and evil do not exist.

I definitely liked the Muppets. I definitely liked Yoda in 'Empire Strikes Back' and Chewbacca. I don't know if I was a fan of puppets or those, like, specific characters.

In my bedroom, I have my yoga mat and the puppets I've made over the years, and because I'm very into smells, I have some burned sage on my bedside to help clear my head.

All service ranks the same with God,-- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

Marionettes dance afield beneath masterly hands – I stumble among them crossed by the strings in tangled two-step and curse all these fools in their mad pirouette –

Sofia visualised shining strings emanating from each of her fingers and connected with the souls of her puppets. All she had to do to get them to perform was to lift a finger and tweak a string.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

There are no condidences . We are puppets of our subconscious desires

We did just leave an insane asylum," Hi agreed. "For all we know, Chance spend his nights dancing naked with sock puppets, plotting to invade Canada.

We are puppets, pulled by a wire by unknown forces; nothing, nothing ourselves!

I probably shouldn't say this about all animals, but at least the farm animals that I've hung out with, and even when I go to the zoo usually, they're like a blank slate. I guess that's why I like them. They're puppets, and you can imagine them being anything you want.

First of all I think of puppets as sculpture. They are sculpture that moves. You could label it any way you want, but for me it always starts in my mind as a sculpture.

We are all puppets in the hands of Fate, and seldom see the strings that move us.

In time the whole family perked up like Sesame Street puppets, hoping that cheer, if worked at hard enough, could sugar the living and quiet the dead.

We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads.

How fragile life was, she thought, how unpredictable. We flatter ourselves, thinking we are actors on a stage, geniuses who write our own plays, extemporize our words, and shift major plot lines and the most subtle of nuances at our every whim. Perhaps wooden Bunraku puppets feel the same way. They do not notice the puppeteers who guide their every move.

It seems right that Mik should be awakened in the same way. That we should lose our magic virginity the same way. To creepy puppets, during snowstorms. (Okay. That sounds so wrong. But you know what I mean.)

And this totally normal conversation unspools from there, covering the basics: family, siblings, school, favorite composers, favorite movies, favorite wood (for carving puppets), the prehistory of the sandwich, and whether the ancient Romans got their togas caught in the spokes of their unicycles

History is a riddle, to be solved by inference... We see the puppets dance, but the springs which move them are invisible, and must be conjectured.