Gone Quotes - Page 44

The game has gone rather scrappy as both sides realise they could win this match or lose it.

I've gone through hell and back.

If you put forth a really diverse cast and you fight for it and it doesn't do well - and it may fail for other reasons - you're gone because you stuck your neck out for that decision.

Cultures have gone down and rebuilt again and I'm sure we're all facing the same level of extinction.

The only time I've ever gone against my instincts, I've regretted it. It was only really one time.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone

you dont know what you got till its gone

When life has gone into overtime it's easy to take liberties.

It's a frightening thing. To go to France, the elder daughter of the church, it's always called, and you get the feeling the church has gone away.

If I depended on the critics' judgment and recognition, I'd never have gone into the motion-picture business.

If at the cross every sin was covered, Satan's mouth is shut. He has no weapon. He can gum you but his fangs are gone.

But knowing that you had gone wrong, and knowing how you had gone wrong, were not the same thing as knowing how to put it right.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

I may be gone, but Rock and Roll lives on.

I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. -- Stargirl

Who are you if you lose your favorite person? Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself? I reach for Stargirl and she's gone. I'm not me anymore.

Profit margins are probably the most mean-reverting series in finance, and if profit margins do not mean-revert, then something has gone badly wrong with capitalism. If high profits do not attract competition, there is something wrong with the system and it is not functioning properly.

I know too many playwrights, or would-be playwrights, or would-have-been playwrights, that are around my age, who were bitter or have gone to something else because they got such a raw deal from critics, and some are quite wonderful writers.

I struggle with how humankind ended up this way. We made ourselves slaves to money, and we all have to work and be a part of this thing when time is always ticking. And before we know it, a decade has gone by, and did I really get to do everything I wanted to do or say everything I wanted to say?

If Fang is in any way harmed while I'm gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won't see another morning. Are we clear on that?

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

Let us never measure our religion by that of others, and think we are doing enough if we have gone beyond our neighbors.

Either I did away with that fear through writing, or in the course of writing, I discovered it was no longer so intrusive or threating. The bottom line is, it's gone.

It is a racking thing to have a plague of ideas and no chance to get rid of them on paper. I've nearly gone mad at times.

I can look back on my life, where there have been moments where things might have gone the other way. Everything is like stepping stones, and I've seen people I admire falter. We're all vulnerable.