In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.
We writers - we're the snowflakes of the literary world. We each have our own shape.
I'm grateful for the road. It gets me in shape. I feel like I'm 25 years old after ther first or second week.
I try to stay in shape just to handle things like the stress of a job or everyday life.
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
What we name must answer to us; we can shape it if not control it.
If you write, fix pipes, grade papers, lay bricks or drive a taxi - do it with a sense of pride. And do it the best you know how. Be cognizant and sympathetic to the guy alongside, because he wants a place in the sun, too. And always. . . always look past his color, his creed, his religion and the shape of his ears. Look for the whole person. Judge him as the whole person.
You don't have to be in shape to bowl. It's the only sport where there's a way to signal for a cocktail waitress.
However much we guard against it, we tend to shape ourselves in the image others have of us.
Your brain does not manufacture thoughts. Your thoughts shape neural networks.
Things shape themselves before my eyes just as a I draw them.
What you call magic is nothing more than an act of the imagination fired by the senses, then given shape by the power of your aura.
I regretted not being a person in shape many a day while we were making this film [Swiss Army Man].
Relationships with parents, grandparents, friends, and siblings were important to me when I was young and have remained so throughout my life. Our relationships with other people both shape and reflect who we are. These relationships are infinitely fascinating to explore!
There are a lot of great athletes who stop working out, and they get out of shape like everybody else in their 30s and 40s.
The organizer who creates roles, who creates the holes that will force the pegs to their shape, is a prime creator of personality itself. When we ask of a man, "What is he?" the answer is usually given in terms of his major role, job, or position in society; he is the place that he fills, a painter, a priest, a politician, a criminal.
And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.
When I am tanned and in shape I feel confident about my appearance.
Grief changes shape, but it never ends. People have a misconception that you can deal with it and say, 'It's gone, and I'm better. ' They're wrong.
We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.