Best 91 quotes in «rope quotes» category

Working your core always, your foot speed, jumping rope, push-ups and sit-ups - things like that are really important. Those things will pay off more than just doing what a bench press will.

Writing is an affair of yearning for great voyages and hauling on frayed ropes.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say 'here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life'.

You don't need a rope to pinch a stranger's butt.

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment… (…) Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss… What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under…

Aut mentem parandam, aut laqueum.

Brandon, until this very moment, the world and the people in it have always been dark and incomprehensible to me, and I've tried to clear my way with logic and superior intellect, and you've thrown by own words right back in my face; you've given my words a meaning that I never dreamed of, and you tried to twist them into a cold logical excuse for your ugly murder! Tonight you've made me ashamed of every concept I've ever had, of superior or inferior beings, but I thank you for that shame, because now I know that we're each of us a separate human being, Brandon, with the right to live and work and think as individuals, but with an obligation to the society that we live in. By what right do you dare say that there's a superior few to which you belong? By what right did you dare decide that that boy in there [he's referencing the dead body of "David," lying in a trunk in the middle of the room] was inferior and therefore could be killed? Did you think you were God Brandon? Is that what you thought when you choked the life out of him? Is that what you thought when you served food from his grave! I don't know what you thought or what you are, but I know what you've done—YOU'VE MURDERED! You've strangled the life of a fellow human being who could live and love as you never could... and never will again!

Everything have something overall, everything says something about something about something, like the words the new you check out this word and you must check out this word because you don't know it and then you must this and this... The same is here, there is some kind a string, but who will find the rope?? Who will pull the rope, who will remove this invisible wall which blocks the incrediable and spectacular stuff?

I do believe you would have cut the rope.

Regardless of how people divide people by color, social code, and category, the equality of one human being to the next (civilized or otherwise) is a tethered-rope of human emotions; most are born with them taut, some learn to twist them, and still others fight daily to keep theirs from unravelling.

Sometimes, life gives you hurdles you need to cross. But sometimes, it can give you hills or even mountains to climb. It can even give you a valley or two you need to get out off. It takes longer if you have no one to pull you out. Or you’ll never come out. It’s always nice to have someone who helps you climb that mountain. Who manages the rope to get you over it. It’s great to have someone toss you a rope so you can climb out that valley. Just never think you can do something alone, because in the end, you won’t be able to climb that mountain, or escape that valley. If you can... than you’re a superhero. Because in my experience, you need something to hold on to. Hold the rope and let that someone pull you up.

A person that climbs without ropes should not be surprised when they fall into heaven.

Hold this rope while I dive into my soul; don't even bother pulling it if I didn't come up on my own.

Pursuing a dream without God’s approval is as dangerous as walking on a rope bridge over a big gutter? Guess the end….!

The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook. The suspended body; a harbinger of good news. Love was lost. Love was found.

Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

Ah!" I cried, springing up. "But no! no! My uncle shall never know it. He would insist upon doing it too. He would want to know all about it. Ropes could not hold him, such a determined geologist as he is! He would start, he would, in spite of everything and everybody, and he would take me with him, and we should never get back. No, never! never!" My over-excitement was beyond all description.

All they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with a rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

And his hands would plait the priest's entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings.

What is left when there is no love? A rope and rock.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Beginning a new habit, or ending an old one can feel like letting go of a rope that swings a mile above the ground. So we feel reluctant to let go, after all, we've survived so far doing what we've done, why risk it.

A man called, wanting to borrow a rope. "You cannot have it," said Nasrudin. "Why not?" "Because it is in use." "But I can see it just lying there, on the ground." "That's right: that's its use.

At one time, I wanted to be a WWE wrestler. I still do. I want to go in the ring once and mess around and jump off the ropes and do a Stone Cold stunt.

By the second tour I had rice cakes and hummus with me, and I was jumping rope in my room.

Every bit as visceral and hypnotic as its award-winning predecessor, On the Ropes is a tour-de-force of fluid, yet detailed storytelling.

Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibers. Take the cable thread by thread, take separately all the little determining motives, you break them one after another, and you say: that is all! Wind them and twist them together, they become an enormity.

Having to wander through a maze of ropes at an airport or bank even when you are the only person in line.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

I'd go to Coney Island to hang out, and I saw a magician doing a rope trick on the boardwalk. I was fascinated. I guess that's how it started.

I don't really believe in 'directions' in art; the rope twists as you follow it, that's all.

I feel like I'm still learning the ropes of how television works. Obviously I have good folks surrounding me on different shows. It's funny because sometimes in film I'm sort of the third guy to the left, you can be as insane as you want to be as that guy.

How easy it is for a fantasy to grab hold of your foot like a rope, and dangle your life upside down while brigands go through your pockets. Deal with the life you've got. Solve the problems you have, rather than fantasizing about a life without them.

If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.

If you are in a deep dark well with no rope to climb, hold on to the hope, because it is also a strong rope!

I hope no one asks me to show them the ropes; I have no idea where they are. Maybe I could pull some strings and find out.

I am constantly working out-circuit training, jumping rope, and stair-stepping, and sticking to 1200 calories a day. It can't be something that you're doing to lose weight, and then once you do, you're done. I do it every day of my life.

If school days are the happiest days of your life, I'm hanging myself with my skip-rope tonight.

I'll fight anybody who grabs the rope to hang themselves.