Best 553 quotes in «fine quotes» category

The line you tow is a sign that all will be fine!

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's just fine.

There’s a pulse in my body, vibrating every pressure point. “I like kissing you.” His hand lowers to my waist. “I could kiss you forever.” I lazily glance at him from under my eyelashes. “Just kissing.” Because I think I’ll combust if we do more. The right side of his mouth quirks. “Just kissing. And some touching.” To prove his point Isaiah’s hands caress my back, weave into my hair and slide against the dip of my waist. Yes, definitely some touching. I inhale deeply, reminding myself that breathing is still a requirement. “I agree. Some touching. No new clothes off.” Because I’d probably pass out at the thought of his jeans off. They already hang low on his hips. Too low. Very low. Low enough that I start to imagine what more there is to him. Isaiah wraps his hand around the back of my neck and performs this deep massage that makes my eyes roll into my head in ecstasy. “I’ll put my shirt back on if you want.” “No,” I breathe out. “I’m fine with it off.” More than fine.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

To be dedicated and devoted is to find the seek

When I was researching the book Toxic Electricity, I would see biological reactions for up to a week afterwards. They are typically strong in the first day or two after the electromagnetic field (EMF) exposures and tail off as the week goes on. I would feel fine during the EMF exposures and start seeing weird health effects usually during sleep that night. Extended time around high voltage power lines & power poles were the worst for provoking reactions, followed by wifi and transmitting utility meters.

We started out fine. Then we got de-fined. Now we are getting re-fined.

Actually, documentary pictures include every subject in the world - good, bad, indifferent. I have yet to see a fine photograph which is not a good document.

Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me—little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again. It will always be spring again. And there will always be a new day.

You’re lonely,” they say, but it doesn’t scare me anymore for it teaches me, and maybe that’s the biggest win from these years: I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would. I don’t break mirrors anymore, like I always thought I would. I can finally stand myself, and I never thought I would.

Accreditation. The "doctorate of fine art." I've never heard something so stupid in my entire life.

A coxcomb is ugly all over with the effectation of a fine gentleman.

Why follow OSHA law when it is cheaper to pay the fine in the unlikely event that you are investigated.

Your vision will determine your future, mirror only helps you to see your ugly or beautiful face, but only the vision you have can take you far beyond your expectations and imaginations in life.

Actually, 19 is in charge of our career at that point. FOX publicity is in charge of the publicity that we get. I'm fine with it, it is really organized.

A Fiddle for Angus is a charming tale. This is a very fine book.

A fine image is geometry, modulated by the heart

A film based on a jolly good John Grisham book is fine, but I like to get a bit under the skin

A fine artist is one who makes familiar things new and new things familiar.

A fine picture is but the image of nature; a finished ballet is nature herself.

A fine suggestion, a sketch with great feeling, can be as expressive as the most finished product.

A fine coat is but a livery when the person who wears it discovers no higher sense than that of a footman.

A fine marksman is with a second rate rifle is far more effective than the reverse.

After being impaled by a javelin, while officiating- I'm doing fine now, just resting and hanging around.

After doing One Fine Day and playing a pediatrician on ER, I'll never have kids. I'm going to have a vasectomy.

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

All fine architectural values are human values, else not valuable.

All I need is some cool bud and some tasty hanging change-ups, and I'm fine!

All's well that ends well; still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.

And almost instantly, Daddy made everything seem just fine. Even when it wasn't.

And exciting buildings are fine periodically.

And, honestly, if somebody wants to criticize me for not being a trainwreck, that's fine with me!

Always follow your heart. Sometimes it's gonna hurt - but you're going to be fine.

A man is what he is and no fancy lodgings or fine clothes will change that (Daniel Brennan)

...and she ran out of the diesel combustion and right to me and we held each other and we were not empty at all. "Holling," she said. "I was so afraid I wouldn't fine you." "I was standing right here, Heather." I said. "I'll always be standing right here.

Anything that gets children reading is fine.

And this is the origin of pop music: it's a professional music which draws upon both folk music and fine arts music as well.

An unanswered question is a fine traveling companion. It sharpens your eye for the road.

As far as my relationship with President Putin is concerned, it's fine.

A photographer who wants to see, a photographer who wants to make fine images, must recognize the value in the familiar.

A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.

As long as I don't break the camera, I'll be fine.

A tax is a fine for doing well, a fine is a tax for doing wrong.

Australia has a thing where apparently it's fine for me to dress up as an Asian woman. No one has questioned that.

A woman mixed of such fine elements That were all virtue and religion dead She'd make them newly, being what she was.

As someone who has had cancer, I learned that you don't have to die. Look at me. Because of early detection, I'm fine. I'm cured. I'm well.

Be sure to expose yourself to criticism: A fine polish requires an abrasive.

Being vulgar is fine, but oh please just don't be boring.

Bond reflected that good Americans were fine people and that most of them seemed to come from Texas.

Bilingualism for the individual is fine, but not for a country.