Best 72 quotes in «chase quotes» category

Noah started this chase and I stood before him, waiting to be caught. He could have me, but he refused to move. Only now did I realize why. He wanted to be caught. He was waiting for me to chase him.

Nobody should have to put their boxers in a half rotted chest of drawers.” “Hey. I’ll have you know that the rustic look is very popular in the burbs.” “Rustic?” Chase snorted. “Is that your way of saying termite infested?” “This furniture does not have termites. Mice maybe, even moths, but not termites.” “Great, I can look forward to having a swiss cheese wardrobe.

Sheesh two-legs. You keep screechin' like that, you mind's well tell all 'em Banshee "I'm here, eat me - I bring salt

Red Carpet Events:Sitting on the couch and watching people who actually chase their goals and dreams; criticizing what they’re wearing… and wondering why we’re depressed.

She could hear the rattle of hooves on stone evolve into a thunder of pursuit.

Pursuit of happiness is a pursuit of mirage; you only realize its a delusion at the end of the road

That night, it wasn’t Dobie Gray,” I whispered. “It was this song. It was Ella Mae singing this to me when I thought you weren’t all I knew you to be, which is all the words to this song. Twenty-nine years, I held out for this. Then, half an hour later, you proved every one of these words true and every moment since then, you kept doing it. I’ll take you thinking I’m your angel but you need to know you’re my hero. Twenty-nine, honey, I held out for this. Twenty-nine years, I held out for you.

So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, to your community around you, to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.

Some people like bees, always can get out and always can start chasing you.

Some people will hate you for not loving them.

Stop chasing another busy self to become. Your real self is idle waiting to be lived... Go, take up your real self!

The frenzies of the chase had by this time worked them bubblingly up, like old wine worked anew. Whatever pale fears and forebodings some of them might have felt before; these were not only now kept out of sight through the growing awe of Ahab, but they were broken up, and on all sides routed, as timid prairie hares that scatter before the bounding bison. The hand of Fate had snatched all their souls; and by the stirring perils of the previous day; the rack of the past night's suspense; the fixed, unfearing, blind, reckless way in which their wild craft went plunging towards its flying mark; by all these things, their hearts were bowled along. The wind that made great bellies of their sails, and rushed the vessel on by arms invisible as irresistible; this seemed the symbol of that unseen agency which so enslaved them to the race. They were one man, not thirty. For as the one ship that held them all; though it was put together of all contrasting things — oak, and maple, and pine wood; iron, and pitch, and hemp — yet all these ran into each other in the one concrete hull, which shot on its way, both balanced and directed by the long central keel; even so, all the individualities of the crew, this man's valor, that man's fear; guilt and guiltiness, all varieties were welded into oneness, and were all directed to that fatal goal which Ahab their one lord and keel did point to. The rigging lived. The mast-heads, like the tops of tall palms, were outspreadingly tufted with arms and legs. Clinging to a spar with one hand, some reached forth the other with impatient wavings; others, shading their eyes from the vivid sunlight, sat far out on the rocking yards; all the spars in full bearing of mortals, ready and ripe for their fate. Ah! how they still strove through that infinite blueness to seek out the thing that might destroy them!

The chase and the cheap thrills don't last long.

The chase of the whirlwind is vanity.

The longer you chase the wrong person, the further you travel in the wrong direction. You're better than that.

Then the bandit turned tail and broke for the open. Greeley hit the sidewalk only seconds after him, big as he was and with a panic-stricken woman to detour around. A slice of hindmost heel was all he saw of the man. The store entrance adjoined a corner; that gave the fugitive a few added seconds of shelter, and as Greeley flashed around it in turn, again the breaks were the lawbreaker's. There was a school midway up the street toward the next avenue. It was a couple of minutes past three now, and a torrent of young humanity came pouring out of the building by every staircase and exit, flooding the street. In through them the sprinting man plunged, knocking over right and left the ones that didn't get out of his way quickly enough. If it had been hazardous to take a shot at him in the store, it would have been criminal out here. The kids parted, screaming in delighted excitement, as Greeley tore through them after the bandit with uptilted gun, but he couldn't just callously knock them flat like the man before him had. He sidestepped, got out of their way as often as they did his, and he began to fall behind the other, lose ground. The kids weren't just on that one street - they had dispersed over the entire vicinity by now, for a radius of a block or more in every direction, in frisky, milling, homeward-bound groups. Through them the quarry zigzagged, pulling slowly but surely away. He kept going in a straight line, because it was to his advantage to do so - the presence of these kids made for greater safety - but he was already far enough in the lead so that when he should finally decide to turn off - the answer was pretty obvious; a taxi or a doorway or a basement. Any of them would do. ("Detective William Brown")

There is nothing encouraging about fortune and thus one must remain indifferent by it for it is a trickster desperate to be chased, chased till the very end, only to show us how miserable her path is and how inappropriate it was to choose her over effort.

The remaining chain swung down, he wrenched the door out and he was free. The last thing he heard behind him was the oncoming stomp of running feet. Now began flight, that excruciating accompaniment to both the sleep-dream and the drug-dream as well. Down endless flights of stairs that seemed to have increased decimally since he had come up them so many days before. Four, fourteen, forty - there seemed no end to them, no bottom. Round and round he went, hand slapping at the worn guard-rail only at the turns to keep from bulleting head-on into the wall each time. The clamor had come out onto a landing high above him now, endless miles above him; a thin voice came shouting down the stair-well, "There he is! See him down there?" raising the hue and cry to the rest of the pack. Footsteps started cannonading down after him, like avenging thunder from on high. They only added wings to his effortless, almost cascading waterlike flight. Like a drunk, he was incapable of hurting himself. At one turning he went off his feet and rippled down the whole succeeding flight of stair-ribs like a wriggling snake. Then he got up again and plunged ahead, without consciousness of pain or smart. The whole staircase-structure seemed to hitch crazily from side to side with the velocity of his descent, but it was really he that was hitching. But behind him the oncoming thunder kept gaining. Then suddenly, after they'd kept on for hours, the stairs suddenly ended, he'd reached bottom at last. He tore out through a square of blackness at the end of the entrance-hall, and the kindly night received him, took him to itself - along with countless other things that stalk and kill and are dangerous if crossed. He had no knowledge of where he was; if he'd ever had, he'd lost it long ago. The drums of pursuit were still beating a rolling tattoo inside the tenement. He chose a direction at random, fled down the deserted street, the wand of light from a wan street-lamp flicking him in passing, so fast did he scurry by beneath it.

The world carried on before we arrived. We make our entrance, adapt to our surroundings and join the chase to nowhere. We depart without fulfilment. The world carries on.

They're gone. I let them chase me. I led them like a sunbeam and vanished like a shadow.

To Live In The Original Intention Of God Is To Chase Self Destruction Away

Two questions I'm pondering: 1. If money didn't exist, would you still chase your dreams? 2. If money didn't exist, would you still keep your job? If the answer is "YES" to both, you're on track. If the answer is "NO" to either, what needs to change?

Wait! I'm the one who's supposed to chase!

While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.

Whore!” he snarls, slamming me into the wall so hard stars burst in my eyes. I hiss at him, the tiger in me threatening to emerge and rip out his throat, but a shout brings me back to myself. “Zahra!” I turn my head and see Aladdin running toward us. When he sees that it’s Darian holding me roughly against the wall, his face twists into such rage that he seems unrecognizable. He crashes into Darian before the prince has a chance to say anything. The two slam into the ground, Aladdin throwing a punch that cracks against Darian’s jaw. “Stop it!” I cry. “Prince Rahzad!” The boys ignore me, rolling and thrashing like dogs. Leave them! Zhian roars. Let me out! “How dare you touch her?” Aladdin spits, grabbing Darian by the hair and pressing the prince’s face into the stone floor. “You bastard!” “I didn’t give her anything she didn’t ask for,” Darian hisses back. “Get off me or I’ll have you executed!

Why do you chase the wind?

Women are like shadows; when you chase them, they run from you; when you run from them, they chase you.

While you numb, nuts are chasing pokemons, I'll be chasing the money.

You’ve ruined me,” she repeats, her voice quieting a little as it catches. “You’ve ruined me—you made me wake up. And now I can’t get rid of you.” Her voice surges again as I reach out, curling my hand around her arm, her skin flushed hot under my fingers. “You won’t leave me alone.

You love the chase, but hate me for the run around

You shouldn’t chase people. You should know that you are important enough and deserve the time and attention just like everyone else. You shouldn’t run after people to prove that you matter and exist. You are worth it, more than you could ever imagine. You are a star that could sparkle on anyone’s night sky. You are everything in someone’s eyes. Remember, do not chase, let them know your worth because if you have to chase, it’s not real love. It’s not worth it.

A man on a mission would bring his heaviest artillery, and it looked like this guy hadn’t even packed a pocket knife.

Chase your dreams with all your strength, soul and spirit.

And how did you know about that?” Seven looked at his watch. Chase held up a hand. “Let me guess, in two minutes and thirty seconds, I was going to tell you Martin called.” “No.” “No?” “Six minutes and fifteen seconds. You had a couple of false starts. Then you were going to apologize because he wouldn’t help you by putting you in touch with his contacts in Washington.” “Something tells me you’re going to be no fun come Christmas.

A million dollar question everyone is asking these days is what I am going to do with rest of my life. It is really really very Indefeasible thought. Let you keep it very simple by just being amazing today. With this rise of the sun, let you chase each opportunity to fill your day with meaning to live your life & make some splendid memories today. Let you use every bit of your best to design your life beautifully today. Let you also stop taking things you are blessed with for granted & start taking them with gratitude. Let you practice doing it everyday. Let your thoughts, words & deeds bring glory to you, your world & your God. Stay Celebrating Your Life!

Beginning is scary, exciting, terrifying, and all things amazing. Begin even when you're not sure.....What do you have to lose?

Begin to chase your dreams.

Be so focused on believing that you can that it doesn't matter if anyone says you can't.

Chase had looked at the apartment—online—talked to the real estate agent—online—obtained references—online. Now, standing in the hallway, it was obvious he’d gotten fucked—online.

Chase your dreams with all your strength, soul land sprit.

Don't chase people. Be you, do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay.

Coming back for Comic-Con. Now that the seal has been broken and we all know each other as in know each other, expect you and Chace to meet me there,” Benji told me and my mind filled with thoughts of Chace at a Comic-Con. Because it did, I burst out laughing. Chace’s eyes came right to me and seeing the look on his face, openly happy, I sighed again but this time on the inside. I grinned at him but murmured, “I’m not sure that’ll ever happen.” “I am,” Ally replied and I tore my eyes away from my husband… My husband. I looked to her. “No way.” Ally looked to me. “That man would do anything for you. Even commune with a bunch of geeks.” Well, I figured she would know. Since she had one like mine. I grinned at her.

Don’t cluster tasks on your way. Some tasks would definitely have to be postponed to the next day. You can’t do all things in one day. You can’t chase two rabbits at the same time. Both will escape.

And there I was at night, chasing after the full moon behind the clouds like a mad man in search of the reflection of the light of love in another person, without daring to light up the spark of light that I had left within myself. It was nowhere to be seen, but I felt it was out there somewhere. I've surely seen it a couple of days ago up in the sky and my eyes couldn't have lied to me, it was so beautiful, or so it appeared to be. I guess I have to stop stalking what can't be seen for awhile and let the light of the full moon find its way through my messed up soul. Maybe it's time to go to sleep and trust that another sunrise will renew what the full moon couldn't clear away tonight. During all that time, I might've not found the light of the moon, but I rested deeply with the sound of the raindrops, while gazing at the quiet river flowing slowly. What a crucial moment to be alive!

—El día que conocí a tu madre, sabía que estaría en mi vida para siempre. Había algo sobre ella y supe que me estaba enamorando ese primer día. Te hacía querer ser mejor, tratar de ser digno de su amor. Lamentablemente, tu padre pensaba lo mismo, nadie entendía por qué cambió drásticamente, excepto yo. A pesar de que ella estaba conmigo, dejó de beber, dejó de dormir con otras chicas, es como si lo hubiera hecho madurar al instante y convertido en el tipo que finalmente quería ser para que pudiera tener una oportunidad con ella. Siempre tuve miedo de perderla por él algún día, es como si me diera cuenta de que era una cuestión de cuándo, no de sí. Pero tu madre era diferente, yo había salido con muchas chicas, pero realmente no me importaba si estaban allí o no. Eran sólo alguien para tratar de llenar el dolor de perder a mi padre. Así que cuando me reuní con ella y se dio cuenta de mis sentimientos, luché por mantenerla tanto tiempo como pude. No se lo digas a tu mamá, pero Chase y yo constantemente peleábamos por ella cuando no estaba cerca. Infierno, incluso peleábamos por ella cuando estaba cerca. Sabíamos que cualquiera de nosotros podría tener a cualquier chica que quisiéramos, pero sólo queríamos a Harper. Así que, por supuesto, siendo nosotros, las palabras se utilizaron en puños y volaban cuando nos quedábamos solos. No le dije esto, pero ya sabía lo que había pasado con tu padre antes de que ella me lo dijera. Cuando llegué a casa de la rotura, y Chase no me molestó de nuevo, sabía que algo había pasado. Sólo no sabía qué todavía. Pero ¿sabes qué pequeño hombrecito? No puedo ni siquiera estar loco sobre eso más, porque si no hubiera pasado, no estarías aquí ahora. Besó suavemente a nuestro hijo de tres meses quien estaba completamente cautivado en sus historias y señaló la última foto en el libro. —Y él te amaba y a tu mamá, muchísimo. Siempre voy a recordarte eso, pero desearía que hubieras podido reunirte con él.

—Elígeme —susurré—. Porque, ¿mi corazón? ¿Mi alma? ¿Mi maldita existencia? Ya han hablado y te quieren, y únicamente a ti… para siempre." -Chase

Great battles that prevail in actions had been won or lost earlier in thoughts. When the mind resists change, it’s in vain the legs chase it!

He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't stand this any more!" he says with a choked sound. "I'm starting now -" "But how are you -" "Spring for it and fire as I go if they try to stop me." And then as he barges out, the fat lady waddling solicitously after him, "Stay there; take it if she calls - tell her I'm on the way-" He plunges straight at the street-door from all the way back in the hall, like a fullback headed for a touchdown. That's the best way. Gun bedded in his pocket, but hand gripping it ready to let fly through lining and all. He slaps the door out of his way without slowing and skitters out along the building, head and shoulders defensively lowered. It *was* the taxi, you bet. No sound from it, at least not at this distance, just a thin bluish haze slowly spreading out around it that might be gas-fumes if its engine were turning; and at his end a long row of un-colored spurts - of dust and stone-splinters - following him along the wall of the flat he's tearing away from. Each succeeding one a half yard too far behind him, smacking into where he was a second ago. And they never catch up. ("Jane Brown's Body")

His head dropped to watch his thumb move over my fingers as he muttered, “Naked, baby.” My head twitched at his weird word. “Pardon?” His eyes came to mine and he repeated, “Naked.” I felt my brows draw together and I asked, “Naked?” He held my gaze even as he moved...

Emma convinced herself she'd lost him because she was fast. She was also adept at convincing herself of things that might not be - good at pretending. She could pretend she took classes at night by choice, and that blushing didn't make her thirsty-- A vicious growl sounded. Her eyes widened, but she didn't turn back, just sprinted across the field. She felt claws sink into her anckle a second before she was dragged to the muddy ground and thrown onto her back. A hand covered her mouth, though she'd been trained not to scream. "Never run from one such as me." Her attacker didn't sound human. "You will no' get away. And we like it." His voice was guttural like a beast's, breaking, yet his accent was... Scottish?