Top 195 Folded Quotes & Sayings

Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"

Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

The Yardbirds folded in 1968, and within a handful of months, Led Zeppelin was not only a band but also a very successful one.

I'm always happy to get folded into the Hallmark family.

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.

In our spring-time every day has its hidden growths in the mind, as it has in the earth when the little folded blades are getting ready to pierce the ground.

I folded myself against her body, breathing in the smell of my new life and matching my heartbeat to hers" Sam, Linger

Phenomena are constantly folded back upon themselves.

Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear.

For myself, solitude is rather like a folded-up forest that I carry with me everywhere and unfurl around myself when I have need.

With folded hands I say, give me your support & I will give Surajya.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

Don't stand back with your arms folded; step forward... There is hope and light to resist injustice and promote peace without violence.

He who needs only coarse food, water and drink, and as pillow his folded arms will find happiness without further search.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action. And I want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and I never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where I'm folded, I am a lie.

They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!

The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

the cold winds of insecurity... hadn't shredded the dreamy chrysalis of his childhood. He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.

I want to unfold. I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie, and I want my grasp of things to be true. I want to describe myself like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time, like a saying that I finally understood, like the pitcher I use every day, like the face of my mother, like a ship that carried me through the wildest storm of all.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

I'd run the gamut of emotions on 'Falcon Crest.' When the show folded, I was ready to move on.

I remember going to L.A. and doing shows, and people would just stand there with their arms folded.

Vietnam and Iraq are part of the same national trauma and delusion; we folded the war up when Reagan became president and unpacked it with Bush.

It is humiliating to remain with our hands folded while others write history. It matters little who wins.

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

I’ll be damned,” he muttered.“Most likely.” She folded the blanket with efficient snaps. “And I may be joining you, after what we just did.

Men in the uniform of Wall Street retirement: black Chesterfield coat, rimless glasses and the Times folded to the obituary page.

Cabbages, whose heads, tightly folded see and hear nothing of this world, dreaming only on the yellow and green magnificence that is hardening within them.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

You have a billion people who know 'Tribbles' and only half a million who know my novel 'The Man Who Folded Himself,' which is one of my better-known books.

We don't propose to sit here in our rocking chair with our hands folded and let the Communists set up any government in the Western Hemisphere.

I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers; A poet's face asleep in this grey morn. Now in the midst of the old world forlorn A mystic child is set in these still hours. I keep this time, even before the flowers, Sacred to all the young and the unborn.

I don’t want to stand before you like a thing, shrewd, secretive. I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action. And in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times, when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone. I want to unfold. I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

Marcia was incredibly organized, obsessively neat ... I mean she folded her underwear like origami.

I think the concept of seeking fame and fortune in women's football in the States is a bit idyllic. Look at all the teams in America that have folded, and the leagues.

So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted.

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

I’ll accept your apology on one condition.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Anything?” “You trust me.

Stop sitting there with your hands folded looking on, doing nothing; Get into action and live this full and glorious life. Now. You have to do it.

I wrote for nearly six hours. When I stopped, the dark mood, as if by magic, had folded its cloak and gone away.

I'm mostly a keep-to-myself kind of guy, but you slowly find yourself getting folded into the musical tapestry.

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.

There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

To wait is not to sit with folded hands, but to learn to do what we are told.

Success is like a lovely woman, wooed by many men, but folded in the arms of him alone who, free from over-zeal, firmly persists and calmly perseveres.

In Mexico, everything on the menu is the same dish. The only difference is the way it's folded.

I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.