Our ancestors. . . purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.
. . . every offensive lost its force as it proceeded. It was like throwing a bucket of water over the floor. It first rushed forward, then soaked forward, and finally stopped altogether until another bucket could be brought.
I stopped singing and they gave me an award.
Nobody ever stopped reading E. B. White or V. S. Pritchett because the writing was too good.
I am very fortunate, and I never stopped being thankful.
Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than you can in your real life.
I started singing at age five and haven't stopped since.
Once you realize what you really are, you cannot be stopped.
If you have been, I'm glad you've stopped.
The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
You stopped looking for the truth. . . I'd guess that's a sin we've all been guilty of.
If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.
When someone tells you, "You've changed," it might simply be because you've stopped living your life their way.
I've played the violin since I was seven but stopped because there was a stage when it became 'uncool'. I was listening to Nirvana and wanted to play the guitar, so I ditched the violin.
In my old neighborhood, a boy stopped playing when he began to lose his pulse. And then he became the referee.
I would like to lose some of the weight that I have put on since I stopped playing football.
They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.
In Pakistan, when we were stopped from going to school, at that time I realized that education. . . Is the power for women, and that's why the terrorists are afraid of education
A ghost from her past, part of a world to which she no longer belonged but had never stopped missing.
I started going to a piano teacher at 5 years old, but pretty soon I started picking things out on my own and stopped taking music lessons. I never could read music very well, but I've still been doing it.