Best 238 quotes in «wave quotes» category

I'm doing a lot of boogie-boarding now. It's actually better exercise, I get a lot more waves, and if I'm out in big surf, I can duck under the waves much easier.

I mean, you could have said Elvis Presley was new wave when it happened. I heard Willy DeVille and Tom Petty and to me they were new wave really because they were new.

I'm more interested in the meanings and the bands that fill up the spaces known as new wave and post punk.

I never thought I was going to be an actor. And I never really thought of myself as one. Even though I keep working. I thought I'd just do a wave of movies, and then I'd burn out. They just kept coming together.

I'm surfing the giant life wave.

In a fully functional organism, an emotion has a very short life span. It is like a momentary ripple or wave on the surface of your Being.

I need a big wave to really excel. The smaller stuff is a bit like...ballet for me.

It's the nature of the mind to drift away. The mind is like the Pacific Ocean, it waves. And mindfulness has been shown to drop underneath the waves. If you drop underneath the agitation in the mind, into your breath deep enough calmness, gentle undulations.

In this new wave of technology, you can't do it all yourself, you have to form alliances.

In this republican country, amid the fluctuating waves of our social life, somebody is always at the drowning-point.

Inventing is a lot like surfing: you have to anticipate and catch the wave at just the right moment.

I plan to surf more - learn the way of the wave.

I really believe in 3-D. I really think it is the wave of the future for cinema.

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

It occurred to me that I was unhappy. And it didn’t feel so very terrible. No urgency, nothing. I could slip out of my life on a slow wave like this—it didn’t matter. I don’t have to be happy. All I have to do is hold on to something and wait.

It really felt like a tidal wave of bias washed over our country and we're still soaked in it.

It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

It struck me then how much the past - not just the past but history and family - was like the ocean tide. It was always the same ocean, but the waves made it fresh and new each time.

I was proud of the waves I had made, but wondered how many boats I was supposed to rock.

I've surfed once in the gulf. I wouldn't really call it surfing. It was like an ex-boyfriend pushing me into the waves or something. That was my limited experience.

Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.

I work in waves, because I'm impatient. Because of a certain physicality, of lack of breath from standing. It has to be done and I do take liberties I wouldn't have taken before.

Journalists say my music is "blue wave," or "dreamy," or "jangly-slacker jewel," and none of it really makes sense to me.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Love is a wave building to a crescendo. Ride if you will, ride it with me.

Loneliness comes suddenly like waves and recedes just as fast. That continues on forever. It’s the same for you. It’s the same for everyone.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Mark Grotjahn's large new paintings abound with torrents of ropy impasto, laid down in thickets, cascading waves, and bundles that swell, braid around, or overlap one another.

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

My spine healed incorrectly. There were long periods when I'd be perfectly all right, and then there were many other times when I wasn't, when my back would give out and throw me down to the floor amid waves of nauseating pain.

Mother's life flowed radiant. Flourescent-tipped waves on incoming tides.

Music is sound. It's a wave. It's going out and coming back, and it's bouncing off.

My mum always says work goes in waves: you have a good spell and then it dips.

Nicolas Sarkozy said he could see a wave rising. For once he was right. The wave's coming; it's high, its strong, and it's going to smack him in the face.

My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

New wave disco was coming to the fore then, and we were at a different point entirely. I like to listen to dance music, but I don't think I'm primarily a dance music writer.

New York's not exactly antiseptic. It could be clean and less dangerous, and not horrible, not under a tidal wave of tourists.

No doubt there is a Scandinavian wave. I guess everybody is just surfing their wave until it breaks and hoping it won't be too soon.

No one revolution up to now has brought all that was expected of it by the masses. Hence the inevitability of a certain disillusionment, of a lowering of the activity of the vanguard, and consequently, of the growing importance of the rearguard. [Joseph] Stalin's faction has raised itself on the wave of reaction against the October revolution.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

Of course, East Germans had children, they fell in love, and the grass was green and the wind was blowing. It's 40 years. It's a generation. There was a big wave of nostalgia, we call it "Eastalgia," where they said it was not always bad.

Now it's time for India to steer ourselves, ride the waves and decide on our direction, destination and speed.

Our Muslim friends must learn from previous waves of immigration.

Second-wave feminists didn't look for an overthrow of patriarchy. Instead, they analyzed what they were up against and fought it in all of its varied manifestations.

Photons are accurately and legitimately described as waves and particles at the same time. They are genuine wavicles.

Pools of sorrow. Waves of joy.

Stock prices aren't real things. They're just froth on a wave. The wave is the only real thing, which investors forget when they're watching the ticket slither by.

She was a blonde nearly young American woman of such dynamism that the tideless waves struggled to get farther up the beach.