Midpunch Quotes & Sayings

I tried to bang down a lot of doors but Virgin were the only label who believed in what I was doing. I ended up with the label that understood what I was trying to do. — Emeli Sande

Men could be utter pussycats when they had even a touch of the sniffles. — Thomm Quackenbush

Mindfulness means being present to whatever is happening here and now - when mindfulness is strong, there is no room left in the mind for wanting something else. With less liking and disliking of what arises, there is less pushing and pulling on the world, less defining of the threshold between self and other, resulting in a reduced construction of self. As the influence of self diminishes, suffering diminishes in proportion. — Andrew Olendzki

A snowball is simple, direct and familiar to most of us. I use this simplicity as a container for feelings and ideas that function on many levels. — Andy Goldsworthy

When the imagination is continually led to the brink of vice by a system of terror and denunciations, people fling themselves over the precipice from the mere dread of falling. — William Hazlitt

There are no small parts; there are only small actors. — Melanie Griffith

Well, that was fun," Grandpa said as he climbed to his feet. "Anyone dead?"
"Does my pride count?" Draulin asked, dusting herself off.
"I don't think so," Grandpa said. "I killed that years ago. Dif, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but shoving my grandson out of planes is usually my job. So next time, kindly refrain until I give the word."
"Sorry, sir," Dif said, looking abashed. — Brandon Sanderson

We must use what we have to invent what we desire. — Adrienne Rich

My own pregnancies were all about me, me, me. My aches, my pains, my swollen feet, and my body that looked like the Michelin Man. — Barbara Park

We will go away and nothing will remain except what we shared and gave away with love. — Debasish Mridha

The trainee knew he should leave, but he was unable to look away. He'd never seen anything snap out so fast or strike so hard as the male's fists. Obviously, the rumours about the instructor were all true. He was a flat-out killer.
With a metal clank, a door opened at the other end of the gym, and the sound of a newborn's cries echoed up into the high ceiling. The warrior stopped in midpunch and wheeled around as a lovely female carrying young in a pink blanket came over to him. His face softened, positively melted. — J.R. Ward

When we started EA in 1982, our goal was to make games as big a media as visual entertainment or movies. That was how big we dreamed at the time. — Bing Gordon