Movest Quotes & Sayings

I grew up in the small town of Greenfield Center, New York, which is in the foothills of the Adirondacks not far from the city of Saratoga Springs. It is a place I love, close to the forests and the mountains. — Joseph Bruchac

He picked up Samuel's saddle as if he were picking up doom herself, doom always owning the furthest, darkest reaches of the feminine gender. Pandora, Medusa, the Bacchantes, the Furies, are female though small goddesses beyond sexual notions. Who reasons death anymore than they can weigh the earth or the heart of beauty? — Jim Harrison

[Y]ou cannot determine either the truth or the right or wrong of anything with a poll. You can only tabulate people's opinions. — Charley Reese

It is important to show our European partners that Portugal is a governable country. — Anibal Cavaco Silva

I think the feature reporter often walks a very thin line between a truly human story and one that slops over into mushiness or sentimentality. — Charles Kuralt

When a woman tells you she's had a dream about you, you know what's going on, don't you? It means she likes you. It's her way of telling you that you're on her mind. Really on her mind. — David Gilmour

I feel cheesy when I see 'Silver Spoons.' Some of it was funny, but some of it was just cheese! My kids love it, but I look at it and cringe. — Ricky Schroder

It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from me. — William Faulkner

Things should be judged by distance traveled rather than by current position. — Andrew Davidson

Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee. — Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Thou lovest like an infinite God when Thou lovest; Thou movest heaven and earth to save Thy loved ones. Thou becomest man, a babe, the vilest of men, covered with reproaches, dying with infamy and under the pangs of the cross; all this is not too much for an infinite love. — Francois Fenelon

What is living? Forging memories. What is dying? Forgetting them.
I never die. — Kaine Andrews

Be like a very small joyous child, living gloriously in the ever present now, without a single worry or concern about even the next moment of time. — Eileen Caddy