Best 238 quotes in «wave quotes» category

I don't follow waves or trends or emotions.

I don't think we can rule out a wave, I think a Democratic takeover is possible but not probable.

I don't wave a flag for anything. I'm a musician.

I feel like I learned a lot working with Don Was, and that I made a good friend. Making music with people, it was the most fun I ever had. I guess a surfer would say that was the funnest wave I ever did.

If a company truly wants to resolve the innovator's dilemma, it does need to be able to create wave after wave of disruptive innovation. And those disruptive innovations will typically grow to the point where they do cause some pain for leading companies. But most disruptive innovations create substantial new growth before they cause that pain.

I found myself in a sea in which the waves of joy and sorrow were clashing against each other.

If I'm on a boat I will wave to every breathing thing I pass. If I'm not on a boat I try to avoid every breathing thing I pass.

If you make action movies, the critics will savage you, and then your movies are outdated the following week with the new wave of special effects.

If you have waves of immigration, you better figure out a way to turn those immigrants into red-blooded Americans, or else you end up splintering the society.

I guess I'm just in the flow and riding the wave.

If you're not creating waves, then you're not pushing enough.

I had been digging so much for my show, Minimal Wave - constantly finding fresh old material to play every week - that I ended up discovering all these obscure bands that no one had really heard here. It was very exciting to be able to play their records on the air for a new audience and be able to get instant feedback.

I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages.

I have opened up an account With God's Heart-Bank. Therefore, I see nowhere The battering waves of poverty-thoughts.

I'll ride the wave, where it takes me!

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

I liken feedback to the effect of when you go surfing; you can get pummeled by a wave, but if you balance the forces right, you can have a dandy ride ... that's pretty much what feedback is.

I like to tell the students the radio business's like surfing. You get knocked off your board by a wave, you get back up, stabilize, regain your balance and keep going. One thing I can guarantee them is that everything will change. You have to be ready for it. But that's life. Life constantly changes.

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 love surfing and bodysurfing. I love getting slammed by the waves - that makes me feel alive. The waves are a good reminder that I'm small and fragile.

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 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.

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

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

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

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'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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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