Even when men approve of the same arrangements, it must be asked whether they approve of them because they exist or because they are desirable in themselves. The common resistance to the collectivist tide should not be allowed to obscure the fact that the belief in integral freedom is based on an essentially forward-looking attitude and not on any nostalgic longing for the past or a romantic admiration for what has been.
Family violence is an entrenched epidemic that we've lived with since time began, so we've got a long way to go. But I do believe the tide is turned. It's no longer a subject that only occurs behind closed doors
Families are struggling against a tide of junk information on junk food.
My hometown was so dull that one time the tide went out and never came back.
Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
I hope the people on Wall Street will pay attention to the people on Main Street. If they do, they will see there is a rising tide of confidence in the future of America.
Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.
Is not he imprudent, who, seeing the tide making haste towards him apace, will sleep till the sea overwhelms him?
When the tide goes out, you get to see who's swimming naked. PIMCO has had its bathing suit on for a long time
The tide of history is turning women from beasts of burden and sexual playthings into full-fledged human beings.
Have the courage to go against the tide of current values that do not conform to the path of Jesus.
To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of the symphony of flowers and love and life--there comes a pause, and through the silence we hear the lonely pipe of death.
The tide has changed. You have to be able to improvise in today's NFL.
Money is like the tide: It rolls in and it rolls out. If you clutch it, you are not going to keep it.
Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.
I walked slowly out on the beach. A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again: WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND. I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell. Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other. Then I walked away, and I did not look back. I had written my troubles on the sand. The tide was coming in.
And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.
She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.
Who knows what the tide could bring.