Top 1200 Growing Weary Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

My goal is to never stop growing.

I'm sure a lot of you had this experience when you're changing. You're growing as a person and people tend to treat you like you were 18 months ago, and it's really frustrating sometimes when you're growing up and you're more capable. It's the same thing with a company and the press. The press is going to have a lag time. The best thing we can do about the press is embrace them and do the best thing we can to educate them about our strategy. But to keep our eye on the prize, that is turning out some great products. the press and the stock prize will take care of themselves.

I was an athlete when I was growing up.

I loved growing up in Tulsa.

I don't think that on a daily basis, people need to be so concerned with others think. When someone comes forward and is an individual, such as a Lady Gaga or a Katy Perry, people respond to them because there is that sense of innocence. It's obviously dress up and theatre. I never lost that I think part of that is growing up gay and part is growing up overweight. You never lose that, and I never want to lose touch with that whimsy, that sense of innocence. I also love the reaction it elicits in people. I like that it makes other people happy.

I'm growing into my manhood body.

Growing up, I was into 'Power Rangers.'

I didn't have money growing up.

Are you green and growing or ripe and rotting?

I am growing as an actor and person.

I loved all sports growing up.

I'm totally growing up.

Growing up was very difficult.

I was always shy when I was growing up.

How do you stop somebody from growing?

What are the two of you whispering about?” Alaric demanded irritably. She glanced over to see the warrior watching her, his eyes narrow with suspicion. “If I wanted you to know, I’d have spoken louder,” she said calmly. He turned away muttering what she was sure were more blasphemies about annoying females. “You must make the priest weary with the length of your confessions,” she said. He raised one eyebrow. “Who says I confess anything?

There is growing demand for renewable energy.

Growing up in London was the best.

When you stop growing you start dying.

Growing is the result of learning.

I was kind of a loner growing up.

I was a young lad when I was growing up.

That world is growing in this minute.

Like a mountain that's growing.

I was a homebody growing up.

But I'm warning you, we're growing up.

Growing up in the U.S. as an Indian wasn't easy.

At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave.

When you have a debt that's strangling you, you're not growing.

Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.

If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and a Cinematograph working brightly; then I'd go out in the back streets and main streets and bring them in, all the sick, the halt, and the maimed; I would lead them gently, and they would smile me a weary thanks; and the band would softly bubble out the 'Hallelujah Chorus'.

There's a wonderful old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint,'Dear saint-please, please, please...give me the grace to win the lottery.' This lament goes on for months. Finally the exasperated statue come to life, looks down at the begging man and says in weary disgust,'My son-please, please, please...buy a ticket.

Gas consumption is growing everywhere.

Growing up is loving what you can afford to.

The Nothing is spreading," groaned the first. "It's growing and growing, there's more of it every day, if it's possible to speak of more nothing. All the others fled from Howling Forest in time, but we didn't want to leave our home. The Nothing caught us in our sleep and this is what it did to us." "Is it very painful?" Atreyu asked. "No," said the second bark troll, the one with the hole in his chest. "You don't feel a thing. There's just something missing. And once it gets hold of you, something more is missing every day. Soon there won't be anything left of us.

I'm growing old, I delight in the past.

I played ball growing up.

I didn't have a good childhood growing up.

Marriage is a garden that I'm constantly growing in.

So long as you are learning, you are not growing old.

We're all works in progress and we'll all keep growing.

Growing up, I didn't have any inspirations.

I was a fan of 'The Jetsons' growing up.

If you're not growing, you're dying, and I'm not ready for that.

I was not funny growing up.

My playground as a musician is growing.

Marijuana may not be addictive, but growing it is.

I was a huge punker growing up.

I never danced growing up.

If it's not growing, it's going to die.

Growing up, I wanted to be a pilot!

My business acumen is definitely growing.

I was in a lot of bands growing up.

Whenever I hear some bigmouth in Washington or the Christian heartland banging on about the evils of sodomy or whatever, I mentally enter his name in my notebook and contentedly set my watch. Sooner rather than later, he will be discovered down on his weary and well-worn old knees in some dreary motel or latrine, with an expired Visa card, having tried to pay well over the odds to be peed upon by some Apache transvestite.

Growing up, the Opry was my Hollywood.

I'm growing older, but not up.

I didn't have anything growing up.

Growing up it was humble beginnings.

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?