Quotes About Ordinary

You soon get tired of what's extraordinary, dragon rider. It's often the most ordinary things that bring great happiness.

the momentous arises only from the trivial.

If only," he said. "If only there was some way to feel that way all the time." "You couldn't," I said, without thinking. "Regression to the mean. The extraordinary always ends up feeling ordinary. Do it for long enough and it'd just be noise." "You may be right. But I hope you're not. Somewhere out there, there's a thing so amazing that you can devote your life to it and never forget how special it is.

Bodkin was feeling surprisingly gloomy for now it was all over — he was a hero no more — just an ordinary assistant body guard. It had been one stolen day, one glorious 24-hours where he could ride and fight beside a princess just as if he were her equal and a proper warrior himself.

Unlike him I had been unable to escape into the simple complexities of science. All he had to do was solve the mystery of the universe, which may be difficult but is not as difficult as living an ordinary life...(How happy scientists are! Why didn't we become scientists, Percival? They confront problems which can be solved. We don't know what we confront. Does it have a name?)

All he had to do was solve the mystery of the universe, which may be difficult but is not as difficult as living an ordinary life.

It was not the prospect of the Last Day which depressed him but rather the prospect of living through an ordinary Wednesday morning.

After all, the great lesson is that no special natural sights---not Alps, Niagara, Yosemite or anything else---is more grand or more beautiful than the ordinary sunrise and sunset, earth and sky, the common trees and grass.

It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged.

Through his self-improvement tips for cultivating personal virtues and his civic-improvement schemes for furthering the common good, he helped to create, and to celebrate, a new ruling class of ordinary citizens

I liked it. I liked her. And every time I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I'm not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don't know. All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so...ordinary.

All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so… ordinary.

Living right on called for nothing out of the ordinary. We made no changes. We only accepted the changes as they came.

I think part of your success lies in the shock of recognition- or as the Japanese might say, 'the unexpected recognition of the faithful "suchness" of very ordinary things'.

The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen, if recognized.

The face of evil is frighteningly ordinary.

It wasn't the sad things that made him emotional, or the hurtful, and it certainly wasn't fear ...it was simple kindness. It was the decency in the hearts of ordinary people.

Body tension will always be present if our good feeing is just ordinary, self-centered happiness. Joy has no tension in it, because joy accepts whatever is as it is.

Honey, these aren't ordinary penis bones." "Not the kind you pick up at Walgreens, with a bottle of aspirin and a scented candle?

He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Acceptance has everything to do with simplicity, with sitting in the ordinary place, with bearing witness to the plain facts of our life, with not just starting at the essential, but ending up there.

Acceptance has everything to do with simplicity, with sitting in the ordinary place, with bearing witness to the plain facts of our lives, with not just starting at the essential, but ending up there. Acceptance speaks in the gentlest voice. It commands only that we acknowledge what's true.

My daughter is wearing a dress that her grandmother bought for her at a yard sale. It's so simple it breaks my heart. How unspecial that fact is to so many, how ordinary for a child to wear a dress her grandmother bought her, but how very extraordinary it was to me.

Most of their stories were, like Geraldine's, more mundane— young love for which they alone had paid the price.