If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.
We all get so caught up in the moment of what we're doing every day, it's hard to hit that reset button and get pulled away from all that and see life from a different perspective.
I wanted to do with Antarctica was say let's hit the reset button on that and see what happens to your creative process. Let's go to the most remote place that you can imagine, set up a studio and see what music comes out of it.
It's not that I don't get on bandwagons; I just climb aboard only after most of the band has packed up and left for the next gig.
Okay, okay, okay. I understood that pushing the elevator button over and over again would not make the elevator appear sooner. But I couldn't help myself
Blessed are they who in this sea of frailty,
climb aboard a piece of ass as it floats by.
John you say you met in an elevator. Was the elevator going up at the time, or down? This is very important, for going down in an elevator one always has that sinking feeling and for all I know you may have this confused with love. If you were going up, it is clearly a case of love at first sight.
The great affair, the love affair with life, is to live as variously as possible, to groom one's curiosity like a high-spirited thoroughbred, climb aboard, and gallop over the thick, sunstruck hills every day.
The average person pushes an elevator button 6 or 7 minutes before realizing it's not working. I did a study on this, you know.
(to Foaly) Captain Short's life is in danger, so push the button before I climb that tower and push it with your face!
The escalator seems to me to typify this: It leads us up, by climbing on our behalf. Yes, it doesn't even climb, it flies. Each step carries its shopper aloft, as though afraid he might change his mind. It takes us up to merchandise we might not have bothered to climb an ordinary flight of steps for.
The universe is not short on wake-up calls. We’re just quick to hit the snooze button.
People waiting for an elevator don't know what to do, standing with strangers. There is nothing to do. Its an uneasy time. Some press the button repeatedly as though it would help.
My climb to political success was no elevator ride, and it has not always been pretty, but I persevered as one of a handful of women in the male-dominated world of politics.
If you look at the world now its one that we couldn't have imagined in 1997! That I would be able to hit a button and a taxi will show up? We wouldn't have believed that everything is disposable!
I feel like I don't hit the radio button ever - or not enough, even on the good stuff. I do shout some stuff when I'm mad at myself, but I'm pretty good about not hitting the radio button.