Pebbles Quotes - Page 2

One gem from that ocean is worth all the pebbles of earthly streams.

A spa hotel? It's like a normal hotel, only in reception there's a picture of a pebble.

Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.

There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.

Merit has rarely risen of itself, but a pebble or a twig is often quite sufficient for it to spring from to the highest ascent. There is usually some baseness before there is any elevation.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

The Sand Pebbles has always been one of my favorite films, I suppose because its the most difficult film - from a physical and logistical standpoint - that I've ever made.

At eighteen the heart shoots like a pebble from a slingshot and the head doesn't sit on the shoulder.

God is omnipresent; even a pebble in the Narmada can represent Him and serve as an object of worship.

You have to be like the pebble in the stream, keeping the grain and rolling along without being dissolved or dissolving anything else.

You want something, you dwell upon it consciously for a while, you consciously imagine it coming to the forefront of probabilities, closer to your actuality. Then you drop it like a pebble into Framework 2, forget about it as much as possible for a fortnight, and do this in a certain rhythm.

You, a person with a vision, are like a pebble in a stream, moving ever outward to infinity, impacting on all who come into contact with the ripple.

Our little pebble of poor performance helps to start, or to sustain, an avalanche.

Just as a pebble thrown into the water creates ripples, so our thoughts create similar effects on our palms.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

Madness is not what it seems. Time stops. All my life I've been obsessed with time, its motion and velocity, the way it works you over, the way it rushes you onward, a pebble turning in a brook. I've always been obsessed with where I'd go, and what I'd do, and how I would live. I've always harbored a desperate hope that I would make something of myself. Not then. Time stopped seeming so much like the thing that would transform me into something worthwhile and began to be inseparable from death. I spent my time merely waiting.

We heap up around us things that we do not need as the crow makes piles of glittering pebbles.

Avalanches of evil begin with a single pebble of sin.

Problem is, once I sit at my desk and put all these down on paper. I realize something vital is missing. It doesn't crystallize - no crystals, just pebbles. And I'm not transported anywhere.

It just takes a pebble to bring down a good man.

Whether you know the shape of a pebble or the structure of a solar system, the anxioms remain the same: that it exists and that you know it.