Quotes About Sign

On the contrary, I thought he was rather lucky. He carried with him forever the visible sign that he had fought for his country and had been wounded in its service. Probably only a very backward boy could have thought anything of the kind.

Like charges, charges of the same sign, strongly repel one another. We can think of it as a dedicated mutual aversion to their own kind, a little as if the world were densely populated by anchorites and misanthropes.

Multiple exclamation marks,' he went on, shaking his head, 'are a sure sign of a diseased mind.

Any true wizard, faced with a sign like 'Do not open this door. Really. We mean it. We're not kidding. Opening this door will mean the end of the universe,' would automatically open the door in order to see what all the fuss is about. This made signs rather a waste of time, but at least it meant that when you handed what was left of the wizard to his grieving relatives you could say, as they grasped the jar, 'We told him not to.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

Tiffany read the sign and smiled. "Aha," she said. There was nothing to knock on, so she added "Knock, knock" in a louder voice. A woman's voice from within said: "Who's there?" "Tiffany," said Tiffany. "Tiffany who?" said the voice. "Tiffany who isn't trying to make a joke.

One such accident had turned the librarian into an ape, since when he had resisted all attempts to turn him back, explaining in sign language that life as an orangutan was considerably better than life as a human being, because all the big philosophical questions resolved themselves into wondering where the next banana was coming from. Anyway, long arms and prehensile feet were ideal for dealing with high shelves.

Granny Weatherwax was stretched rigid on her bed. Her face was gray, her skin was cold. People had discovered her like this before, and it always caused embarrassment. So now she reassured visitors but tempted fate by always holding, in her rigid hands, a small handwritten sign which read: I ATE'NT DEAD.

XXI. But Arnold Bros (est. 1905) said, This is the Sign I give you: XXII. If You Do Not See What You Require, Please Ask. From The Book of Nome, Regulations v. XXI-XXII

The two halves parted, with every sign of mutual respect. Neither chastised the other. There were no recriminations. In each of us there is a thief and a saint. The trouble of it is, we cannot part them.

I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse.

Like the road that got you here, the road through parenthood is unmarked. You can't cruise through it. Sometimes decisions are quick and instinctual, but often they're not. Doubts and dilemmas block every straightaway. There's only one directional sign along the way, and it reads, "Why not?

Unrest of spirit is a mark of life.

Daffodils, first sign of spring. It's how you know everything is about to change.

Like Sam, I once lived in a house up a hill from the Happy Foot Sad Foot sign. The Happy Foot Sad Foot sign was taken down in 2019, but I am told you can still find its remains in a gift shop somewhere in Silver Lake.

Ah, but Sadie Green was a gamer! In a game, if a sign warns you not to open a certain door, you will definitely open that door. If it doesn't work out, you can always go back to the save point and start again. Sadie and Marx took a cab back to the

You live under the Sign of the Bear, who flounders through chaos in his starry blubber: poor fool, poor forked branch of applewood, you will feel all your bones break over the holy waters you will never drink.

Isaiah speaking seven hundred years before their own time. Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel. "Immanuel" meant "God with us.

Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic sign gives forth such hints; yet with me, as with the colt, somewhere those things must exist. Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

He's killed himself," she cried. "It's unfort'nate Stiggs done over again there goes another counterpane—God pity his poor mother!—it will be the ruin of my house. Has the poor lad a sister? Where's that girl?—there, Betty, go to Snarles the Painter, and tell him to paint me a sign, with—"no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor;"—might as well kill both birds at once.

One omen is best; Defending the fatherland

A totally befuddled voter may look at a Vote for McGovern sign and do just that.

Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

All that was missing was a neon sign that read EVIL AND CONFLICTED ABOUT IT with a flashing arrow pointing at his head.