Running Quotes - Page 290

The other two things are... well, I had a huge appetite for old black and white movies on BBC 2. At the weekends they used to run matinees, and the more romantic the better.

I'm a tomboy. I love shooting guns and running around.

I'm French, so I'm quite lazy about exercising, and I smoke. But I do love going for a run in the morning with my dog. That's all.

I'm acting when I serve as a hostess, when I run my wig business. I was born to act, and life itself is the greatest part.

He who suffers wins in politics. The martyr does not obtain the victory personally, but his group, his successors, win in the long run.

I never walked the streets of New York hoping to be a musical comedy star. For one thing, they would have thought I was too tall, because l was five feet eight and a half, and they were all little bitty things running around in the studio at that time.

Hitler's mind was a deep-running river. You could never tell when something it had absorbed would bob to the surface again.

Anglers have a way of romanticizing their battles with fish and of forgetting that the fish has a hook in his mouth, his gullet, or his belly and that his gameness is really an extreme of panic in which he runs, leaps, and pulls to get away until he dies. It would seem to be enough advantage to the angler that the fish has the hook in his mouth rather than the angler.

No self-respecting mother would run out of intimidations on the eve of a major holiday.

I'm not the kind of guy who tries to run between the drops. Sometimes you gotta get a little wet to reach your destination

To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever.

The adult way to run a business is to run it more like a country. They have disputes, yet they've actually been able to have huge trade with each other. They're not sending bombs at each other.

The executives who run the fast food industry are not bad men. They are businessmen. They will sell free-range, organic, grass-fed hamburgers if you demand it. They will sell whatever sells at a profit.

And the word is capitalism. We are too mealy-mouthed. We fear the word capitalism is unpopular. So we talk about the free enterprise system and run to cover in the folds of the flag and talk about the American Way of Life.

Then going out on the ice usually about 15 minutes before and certain things I would do for the different races, aspects that you run through your mind.

I run upright mostly when I see daylight, so if you watch film you'll see I don't get hit in the chest much.

The Reproductions of the living Ens From sires to sons, unknown to sex, commence... Unknown to sex the pregnant oyster swells, And coral-insects build their radiate shells... Birth after birth the line unchanging runs, And fathers live transmitted in their sons; Each passing year beholds the unvarying kinds, The same their manners, and the same their minds.

Every habit and faculty is preserved and increased by correspondent actions, as the habit of walking, by walking; of running, by running.

I asked no odds and I give none. A guy got in my way, I run over him.

I'm not meant to run around trees. I can't throw my arms in the air and sing, I find that boring and irritating. Sweet romcoms are not my cup of tea. The film has to be a little twisted and quirky.

I don't have to put on shoulder pads and run out there and let somebody hit on me a little bit.

Running is bad for your knees and I like to do things I actually enjoy, like going for a swim.

For true downtime, I enjoy going for light runs, having drinks with friends and going to the movies with my husband.

You can run but you can't hide

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!