Quotes about count

I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.

That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’.People would much rather say, ‘Get in my whirly-gig’. And that’s what youshould name it.

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.

I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?”She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?

Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?

History doesn’t start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.

She leaves my side and heads deeper intothe apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

If somebody count on you will he suicide?

If you think you can't make time to invest into your life at once now, you will be compelled to make time to count your regrets one by one later. By all means, you'll make time... So, make it now!

An hour is indeed a long time when you count every second

We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.

Your responsibility is to not question God’s actions or what looks like a lack of action. Your obligation is to count on God’s character.

Every moment counts.

To err is human. To count other people's errors is humane

If cats could count, they’d start getting nervous around the time they put paid to their fifth life.

We are all blessed, but we must learn to count our blessings

He slept under the sky, holding her hand, filling the gaps between her fingers and losing himself inside the soul in the course of counting the stars, she was hiding inside her eyes.

Count your blessings. Millions of people would love to trade their problems for yours.

There are 31.536.000 seconds in a year. I am counting down every second.

Revolutions are the periods of history when individuals count most.

Don't just count your years, make your years count.

If you can count your money, you don't have a billion dollars.

I never count calories, but I eat so well.

But you can count the dead bodies from alcohol, tobacco, and legal pharmaceuticals by the millions.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.

Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.

Just as stars shine brightest in the darkest night, your joy blazes brilliantly through life’s problems when you count them as joy.

A joyful person is one who deals daily with their problems, faithfully and obediently counting their trials as joy.

The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back. “I’m dead,” he says in a dull monotone. “Pardon me?” Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me. “You’re dead, too. Look at your veins. They’re blue.” He points at my forearms where dark veins run their lengths. “You’re rotting like me.” I glance to Adriana, hands clasped and praying that she won’t leave me here. Adriana’s stopped crying now and squints at the boy before standing to pull closed the curtain that r

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

Nature has created countless number of wonders, we got a long way to go as man have created only seven wonders.

I tried to count all the seconds that I have loved you for, but I gave up. I found it was easier to count the number of the stars in the universe.

I count my blessings as follows:1) I'm alive.2) Beauty is in the world all around me.3) I share my love with everyone and not just a select few.4) I give thanks to whoever made and created us no matter which religion it my be.5) I never stop smiling, laughing and being happy.6) I try and help those who need it the most.7) I try not to hate, injure or kill anything or anyone.8) I share what I have even if I don't have a much.9) I write and share my thoughts so that it may bring comfort to other p

Count your blessings as the more you are grateful for what you have the more there is to be grateful for.

Whoever count his blessings, shall be content.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

Never fall in love?""Always," said the count. "I am always in love.

Who can count the sand by the sea?

I start to count. This is the important part. I have to count right. Not too fast, nor too slow. All the way to one hundred. It must be spoken aloud, without interruption. Whispering is acceptable; the count keeps my wolf to the Dark Wood. It keeps me on safety’s slender path.

Take responsibility for your life and count solely on yourself

People having a victim complex are not apt to count on themselves in dealing with problems and they tend to wait for a savior

It’s easy to count other people’s mistakes. Make your own if you can.

We, of all the beings that we know of, can think. We can eat, write, build, save. We can predict, estimate, and count. We can preserve food for lifetimes, and in times of crisis, we can find ways to ensure our survival. With each passing generation, our sphere of control of our existence is larger. What if the earth is hit by an asteroid or there is no way to stop global warming? We look to colonize other planets. The fate of our species, in a few years, will not be tied to the fate of the earth

God has a plan for the future and, because He is sovereign, it will come to pass. You can count on it!

Allow the light to fall across you. Shadow or sunlight. Allow it to define your shape. In its way. Another day it may be different. It surely will be. Are we ever the same? Is the light? And the way a form presses into the grass?

He couldn’t count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension.

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

It is only normal that people count losses with their minds, and ignore to count blessings with the graciousness of their hearts.

I count everything. Even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. I count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock I count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. I count the broken beats of my heart I count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. I stay like this I stand like this I count like this until the feeling stops. Until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. There are n