Quotes About Spinning

You ever put your arms out and spin really, really fast ? Well, that's what loves like. It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. You can't see what's happening to the people around you. You can't see your about to fall.

most of us are only going in circles.

The world turns on a dime, the same now as it always has — which is to say, money makes the world go 'round. It's also what makes the world go spinning out of control.

Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints; While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness.

There is no yajna (sacrifice) greater than spinning calculated to bring peace to the troubled spirit, to soothe the distracted student's mind, to spiritualize his life.

I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting.

Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning And nothing's disturbing the way they go around.

He had the suspicion that cogs were spinning, the universe beyond his walls was functioning and he was not, but he had no choice.

The family is performed by witnessing her being wound up, spinning around.

The pulsar is like a lighthouse beam spinning at high speed. Every time it comes around to face us we see a flash. Its rotation can be very accurately monitored by timing observations of its periodic pulses. Twenty years of observations have shown that the pulsing of the binary pulsar is slowing at exactly the rate predicted if the system is losing energy by radiating gravitational waves at the rate predicted by Einstein's theory.

The Charkha is the symbol of nonviolence on which all life, if it is to be real life, must be based.

But what my less easily verbalized emotions recorded under the word Caserta was a spinning nausea, vertigo, and a lack of air.

He went up to the globe and gave it a spin. It emitted a faint creak and moved about one inch, bringing into his purview a daddy long legs which had died on it in latitude 44.

Never forget that the universe is a single living organism possessed of one substance and one soul, holding all things suspended in a single consciousness and creating all things with a single purpose that they might work together spinning and weaving and knotting whatever comes to pass.

From her long red locks she had taken one hair after another and spun it into thread, working with silent speed as he approached her.

It had been bitter winter and the fire behind her seemed magical its brightness as he had stood in the snow watching her as she spun the thread as he had seen a hundred mortal women do.

The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring.

But I thought about all the things that had to have spun into place in order for us to be alive and for us to be right there, right then. I thought about the few thing we thought we knew and the billions of things we couldn't know, all spinning, whirling our there somewhere.

But family life sometimes had a vortex, like weather. It could be like a tornado in a quiet zigzag: get close enough and you might see within it a spinning eighteen-wheeler and a woman.

With my eyes blank, with my body numb and distant, with a mind full of the cold spinning depths of space, I focus all my attention, reach out an aim that's no more than a vision, and point.

The Flying squirrel flies, and the Irksome squirrel irks. The Spinning squirrel spins and the Smirking squirrel smirks. The Crapulous craps and the Lurking lurks; But when the Talking squirrel talks, none but a Listening Human works.

This was all the average Platonist needed to hear. He didn't care about "saving the appearances," as Aristotelians did—that is, making sure that everything we see and perceive has some explanation in our general theory. The Platonist knows appearances can deceive, because matter changes. Soccer balls come and go; they get run over or get stolen. However, the geometry describing their behavior, whether spinning on their axis or at rest, lasts forever.

I go round and round in circles, really, really fast, on a big wooden bowl.

The planet is spinning on time: not a small event. All the galaxies are managing fine; the whole cosmos is doing great. But you have one nasty little thought crawling through your head, and it is a bad day! The problem is you are living in a psychological space that bears no connection with reality. And you are insecure, because it can collapse at any moment.