S Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with S. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Sometimes my ethnicity is relevant, other times not. I definitely get the best of both worlds.”
“Sometimes my eyes tear up without warning, and I suddenly realize that I am missing him fiercely in a seemingly infinite moment of sadness that is all about daughterness. Lately I have recognized that I will always have this part of missing him deep inside me, or maybe that is just part of growing up. Growing up is an ongoing Journey, and grieving is one of the feeling we are likely to encounter on The Path.”
Source: The Path of Grief: & the Imagined Future
“Sometimes my faith becomes more sensitive to how people feel, as opposed to what needs to be.”
“Sometimes my family thinks I've made my childhood a bit more Dickensian than it was, and it probably wasn't all that bad. But I was uncomfortable as a kid.”
“Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.”
Source: Book of a Thousand Days
“Sometimes my fashion pictures can look a little bit like documentary style pictures. So having a camera in my hand was normal.”
“Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take the pen and put them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside; then all that ink and labor are wasted because I can't print the results”
Source: Mark Twain at Your Fingertips: A Book of Quotations
“Sometimes my feelings get so big that I just want to swim out into the darkness. Just jump off the end of the world. Sometimes I want to dig, right down to the bones of everything. Sometimes when you dig, you dig up stuff you might not want to find. But that’s where the good stuff lies.”
“Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.”
Source: The Major Works
“Sometimes my grief feels as though I’ve been left alone in a room with no doors. Every time I remember that my mother is dead, it feels like I’m colliding into a wall that won’t give. There’s no escape, just a hard wall that I keep ramming into over and over, a reminder of the immutable reality that I will never see her again.”
“Sometimes my grief feels as though I’ve been left alone in a room with no doors. Every time I remember that my mother is dead, it feels like I’m colliding with a wall that won’t give. There’s no escape, just a hard surface that I keep ramming into over and over, a reminder of the immutable reality that I will never see her again.”
“Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.”
“Sometimes my hands they don’t feel like my own; I need someone to love, I need someone to hold.”
“Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.”
“Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.”
“Sometimes my humor does offend people, and I've said it before: I don't write jokes to be offensive. I write jokes to be funny, and I guess what I find funny are things that other people sometimes find offensive. I would love nothing more than to never offend anyone, but it just doesn't seem to work out that way.”
“Sometimes my husband will surprise me with flowers for no reason. Unexpected romantic gestures are very important and keep things exciting.”
“Sometimes my interest in working on a film is not always dictated specifically by the character. Sometimes it's simply about wanting to be a part of a vision that I love, or a script that I love. I find exciting and gratifying.”
“Sometimes my kids might tell me they had a dream or and maybe I'll paint some paintings from their dream. That's one good thing you get from your kids. Rob them of their dreams.”
“Sometimes my kitchen sink doubles as a duck pond. Problem is, I can't exactly move my diving board, so I have to relocate Greg Louganis Hour to another slot, like one on the toaster.”
Source: Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.
“Sometimes my life feels like a piece of demo shareware, all the key or interesting features disabled, running on a fourteen-day trial period that just repeats over and over again without ever becoming mine.”
Source: Spares
“Sometimes my life has been Odyssean - landing on strange islands of consciousness and reality and meeting very curious monsters who turn out to be very great teachers. Sometimes my life has been a quest for a grail of knowledge and education. Like Parsifal, my life has been a quest to pierce the veil, stumbling along but eventually finding it.”
“Sometimes my life just don't make sense at all. The mountains looks so big and my faith just seems so small.”
“Sometimes my lyrics are about things that are, well, not the brightest, but I have been working with this outlook for such a long time that it's not dark to me anymore. It's just something that you work through and in the end, it's a lot of happiness.”
“Sometimes my mind boggles. It's so deep my mind actually boggles”
“Sometimes my mind snaps under all this stimulation and I enter a sort of fugue state in which I manically click from one window to another without accomplishing anything. It's hard to break out of this; the feeling is remarkably similar to the sense of being powerless to stop eating spoonful after spoonful of ice cream.”
Source: Unseen City: The Majesty of Pigeons, the Discreet Charm of Snails & Other Wonders of the Urban Wilderness
“Sometimes my mind travels so far ahead that my body can barely keep up.”
Source: Ain't Enough to Look Human
“Sometimes my mind wanders; other times it leaves completely.”
“Sometimes my mistakes turn into interesting music because I do things that aren't supposed to be done.”
“Sometimes my mother goes through my socks and underwear. I wouldn't mind, but it tickles so much!”
“Sometimes my mother had difficulty communicating with me about certain topics.”
“Sometimes my mouth is a little too big and a little too open and sounds too much like a sailor.”
“Sometimes my natural instincts take over and I just go overboard.”
“Sometimes my need to love hurts-- myself, my family, my cause. Is there a cure? Of course. But I refuse. Refuse to stop loving, to stop caring. To avoid those tears, that pain...To err on the side of passion is human and right and the only way I'll live.”
Source: Where Men Win Glory: The Odyssey of Pat Tillman
“Sometimes my own darkness scares me.”
“Sometimes my pathology just spills out into the camera doesn't it?”
“Sometimes my pictures do not describe grand places or things, and sometimes they are not grand pictures; but they mean something to me —like this abandoned corner at the back of a church.
She called to me that she was dying, crumbling down, and only some appreciation could save her.”
Source: In Search for Meaning
“Sometimes my plot lines are so convoluted, I get calls from friends at 3 am saying; you SOB, you'll never pull this one off.”
“Sometimes my poetry is an attempt to keep off existential terror; sometimes it is a grappling with philosophical problems; sometimes just fun.”
“Sometimes my quotes may be too colorful.”
“Sometimes my reveries end in meditation, but more often my meditations end in reverie and during these wanderings, my soul roams and takes flight through the universe on the wings of the imagination and ecstasies that exceed all other pleasures.”
Source: Reveries of the Solitary Walker
“Sometimes my scripts get so dissolved, and they're so different from when I wrote them originally, that I find it hard to find what I wrote in it.”
“Sometimes my skating allows me to do things I never dreamed possible.”
“Sometimes my songs wander off a bit and are not always coherent.”
“Sometimes my success is attributed to my height (which is 7'2"), which I won't deny does help to an extent. But honestly, the rest comes from a healthy mix of workout and practice everyday.”
“Sometimes my successes come quickly and at other times they are terribly slow to arrive. It is not my place to determine the speed at which they arrive or if they arrive at all. My place is to keep forging ahead no matter what.”
“Sometimes my thoughts simmer and sometimes my thoughts percolate. The infusion can be a tasty morsel of sweet and bitter, but they are always invigorating”
“Sometimes my thoughts were hard to digest. Sometimes my brain would get stuck on a concept that troubled me and would create endless rabbit holes in my head. It seemed like the more I tried to find an answer, the more complicated it would become. And sometimes unsettling images would randomly flash into my head. I didn’t want to describe what they were. I knew the images weren’t true, but they often made me feel uneasy.”
Source: A Most Important Year
“Sometimes my whole life seems like a dream; occasionally I think that someone else has lived it for me. The events and the sensations, the stories and the things that make me what I am in the eyes of other people, the list of facts that make my life ... They could be mine, they might be yours.”
“Sometimes my work needs to be photographic, sometimes it needs words, sometimes it needs to have a relationship to music, sometimes it needs to have all three and become a video projection.”